Cheerleaders, Team mascots Well admired, Dirty blankets Girls aged 16 and above Shake their pompoms, Im in love With cheerleaders Cheerleaders
Pogo the clown has a big smile Hes well reknowned over Chicago town Familiar face to people he knew He'll give you a job and chloroform you hell yeah
Dont fuck with my heart Its hardly been used Dont want it all chewed up Or battered and bruised Dont waste it away Because i only have one Down want
Suculent, Watermelon fresh Leave to fester, Create a karesh Toungue tied with voices from above And continentals call this love Pirahna bites, White
Everyone is busy Everyone is looking out for number one A selfish song I am quite strategic I am gonna give it my best shot Its all ive got But there
Fuck time, Ive broken my own heart 60 seconds talking never tore no-one apart Im sorry i only spoke few words But seeing you again made me fly high
Lovehearts exchanging with tongues passing movement Making the single ones eke Searching the streets for cupids spare arrow Because my future looks
Waiting-Waiting for my mind to cool down Waiting-Waiting for my heart to beat now I dont want to give you all my love Just for you to share it around
Do me a favour and show me love Why we need it and where it belongs How it affects us, Makes push into shove And make me really understand love Put
Im stood still Faces of shadows stare I waste away all alone Its unfair...as is life Im stood here Waiting for happiness Waiting and reservating
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me, when you're not strong
the for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage (??), hittin donuts in a 6 Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban
: Urban Hipster, the new gangster? frontin? by the club New wave mannequins packin? haircuts, instead of packin? guns Magazines form overseas, won?t
we got storytellers And we got awful MC's and corny motherfuckers We got everything you wanna hear Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock
she's sailing through the crowd in her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud she gets rock n roll a rock n roll station and a rock n
know it's pussy By Vivica I'm the realest nigga Ya wanna mob with me If you a dealer nigga You can get blocks from me I hand rocks and jeans The cream
and the craziness Yeah, we live it up, so give it up For-For-For-What? The urban life, far from a suburbanite A shot of Bur ban, twistin' up the urbanite
Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up Rockin' rhymes is my hobby. You're probably, like, what's he on Cause I rock it from the start, till the
