you cherish. This is for the sweatshop stores, and all you fucking federal whores, I'll stand up and say no more, I'll never fight your fucking wars. This is for
silence me; I've got something to say. You will never silence me; I've got something to say. It's not what you can do for your country; it's how you
, this is a call for arms, arms! This is a call for arms, arms! This is a call for arms, arms! This is a call for arms. This. Is A. Call. For. Arms
I'll never be bought, I'll never be sold, and I'll never die young, but I'll never grow old. I'll never be. This is my choice, theres nothing you can
a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests. So who the fuck would have guessed. I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest. I'm obsessed with a
as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love that's right, sucka for love [Chorus: Eric Williams] What you won
I’m like a silver tzar holdin golden Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses Fiendin for
come we gone We Roc-a-fella (Eh, eh, eh) We fly higher than weather and G5's are better You know me, an anticipation for precipitation Stacks chips for
that it would feel like this When the two that raised you up and call it quits Nobody told me 'bout the emptiness When the place you call home is closed for
arms, in my world Come back, Come back Lover this is where you belong In my life, as my girl The grass is greener On the other side We take people for
sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest straight, the other two Came a little late, and just barely missed my face I'm trying to find a steady
heart dry inside Or be denied Walking like a lonely fool in Prague Singing a love song and the words I wrote I wrote for two Gentle as a lullaby at
country, sat down on some straw But I'm not putting out for God tonight I'm not putting out, for God would kill my legs shut It's a mistake lighting
Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas
ass party and turn this into a classic night, if we die in each others arms, we'll still get laid in the after-life, if we die in each others arms we'
that old clock on the wall He'll just have to call it a day Hold back time When we're in each other's arms We're in each other's arms So hold back time
owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started
the lights go out together, blame the weather? Yeah, the cold again In the darkness for a second I am sure I see them smiling then I feel them calling me Yeah, they are calling
