when the Syndicate found me. They are the people deserving of credit. List my name, gained fame, and made sure I wouldn't let it Go to my head Instead I keep my
ya ya ya ya you're under my skin. I got buuutterflies within. Ohhhhh! I think I like you. Will you be my medicine man? Put your hand on my chest feel
brown skin poppin Like dynamite raw like china white mama I Dig your persona right You look baby momma type I know that got you kinda hype My ice is albino
will be the one Underneath the sun I want to close all the doors Survive under my floors I betrayed Your decayed All the time i gave Was just another you to put my
what you've done to me Under my skin In every breath What was so strong hast gone and left Everybody wanna know what's happening to me They wanna get inside my
there is No choice But to let you in Nothing can't stop me Once it begin Music under my skin Music under my skin Music under my skin Music under my skin
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
my name Wind is calling India, India, India It's a typical Savannah day so I take my guitar to the park and I play Sitting up under the live oak tree
my guitar to the park and I play Sitting up under the live oak tree is the strangest feeling came over me Is this the tree where my brother was hung
, fuck y'all niggas Woo, yeah, I'm tellin' ya when I die You can see what's deep in my eye, my eye You can see what's deep in my eye, my eye 7 Sign I
cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-
Wayne: eh eh eh i'm i'm fly as hell swagger right, brown skin poppin like dynamite raw like china white, mami i feel your persona right but i go under
2) I can make the sunrise, and the moon fall When my plane land, you better take it off Stop playing girl, yeah I'm trying to fuck something Stop playing
or take my car One last time before you crawl But when your lover calls Under the bed when his bullet falls If he asks if that's music playing Tell them
much unseen But I open my eyes and beams come out Gimme, gimme symphonies Gimme more than the life I see Score rise up, angels play Let my loneliness
hearing all the same excuses Words mean nothing now ain't got time for all this bullshit I don't care how hard you try, you'll never get under my skin