trust and anything. Our hate, our faith - just everything. 'Cause everything is dead. Everything is said. 'Cause everything is dead. We'll never meet again. Tonight we end
get some blood work done, And her head to knock it around, So you think you're swingin' it big, Packin' a rig, It's lover Jones, Watch out cracka, You end
everyday girl, a face like a magazine A ass I wanna hold, every ghetto nigga'z fantasy, yeah, oh yeah Bridge Hey, I think I really wanna be your lover
[Nicki Minaj:] I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts. Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch. Come on nigga is you trickin or
I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the
IM in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch C'mon nigga is you trickin or what Flow tighter
with an absolute concept of beauty They are smeared and these blurs come in random order And they color the eyes of your former lovers Hers were green
tree all wet with sap To avoid the hungry beasts below I'll cut out my lover's tongue and sing Of a graveyard gray and a garden green And then we won
We wanna hold our heads up, though we gotta stay down I don't wanna end up in a room all alone Don't wanna end up someone that I don't even know Lover
Hey lover, am I the only one Or are you selling your baby a dream (Am I who you thinkin' of, who you thinkin' of) Hey lover boy, am I the only one Or
of Barbara Allen's a briar. They grew and grew in the old churchyard Till they could grow no higher At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
she like a cigarette And she said let's go to bed (`cause that's what you want) And so I went And I was shocked I was so green Ground I wish you
of Barb'ry Allen's, a briar They grew and gew in the old church-yard 'Til they could grow no higher At the end they formed a true lovers' knot And the
human factor, learn we must fear revolution Violence, our most basic function Why should we hide from instinct if there is pain to end? Self-proclaimed lovers
one, then some The paper can't understand One degree says, she can't understand Oh, some friend come, wait, you been scammed The thing that everyone thought Bought the Mr. Lover
Red black green, red gold green Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team Red black green, red gold green Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team
I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts. Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch. Come on nigga is you trickin or what? Flo-fl
