these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears I wring you out as I hang you out to dry Sick of all these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears
You ready homie? Yup My first mission runnin' through the hood to smoke jack With memories poppin' in my head recall that Late night creepin' through
Lookin' for ya bitch fool Take one guess she caught up in the rapture Wakin and bakin I need a greatest hits blastin Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine Rag
Testing one, two, three, four Rapping 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six West up, let's do this Yeah 4, you done finally got that parole call
me it's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
Her mama bought her a hopechest To keep her dreams inside all the precious memories Little things she'd like to hide, a magic wand, an old rag doll Some
at you. I dissect every signal that my brain intercepts I wiggle 'round the black, find the light that I reflect. But every time I get to a happy memory
t stop ? In the screens glow when the trunk pop [Tum Tum:] Yeah Gripping on the grain (grain) Candy stay in the lane (grain) The memory of Fat Pat (Pat
You can think it's a game if you want, they fly nigga Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture
(kinky friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time
shoes I started when I was nine, on my own and taught myself No complaints, I'm doing pretty good and I got my health Memories and calluses, my hearing
on smash Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags Put the [unverified] on the truck 'for I drop the rag
With the rag top down Starlit sky, pretty little blue gleam in her eye shes my california girl [verse 1] I saw her about a month ago Long blonde hair
(This song came out of my first public drag experience at the age of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier private experiences. For my mother
You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform. It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention. I'm not one
You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention I'm not one to
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) Right Voice (Reed, Yule) candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely
