Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound
Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound in my lungs. Don't want to see
: Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound in my lungs. Don't want to
out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the phone and Promise I'll leave her moanin' Now she zonin
rather progress Onto a higher plateau, to the peak and I'm taking it slow Enough for you to see the knowledge and to know I'm the Q-U-E-E-N, L-A-T
. Yoga macchugga uh! O boy! We really shouldn't waste no time. Sing it! Come let me back up on ya dancehall's tight. Bring it! And I'm hopin baby u don
ever start? why won't you? time ticking spell it right. understand. it's 1974, '73, '72. cape tight fit on from here out. "kiss and ride." "twist and
quiet mouths speak in quiet codes of the contagious headaches that sent them home to empty tombs (or parents beds) with flashcards to memorize their
crash new jet planes tonight. and the sin is back in medicine. beltway goes around. monuments are thinking. beltway burns down. monuments are sinking. and
and won't leave it [Chorus: Kokane] Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F-I-E Q-U
white girl looking like Vidal Sassoon All up in the bathroom digging the guts out Five in the morning I'm boning the fuck out The H-O-U-S-T-O-N, damn...
him If you forgot the name, and you are wondering it's N O R E, N O R E I'm from Q U double E N S The first nigga selling crack with a black G S I like
on top and won't leave it Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely Uh, uh, yeah, ey yo, C I O F F I E Q U double E N Z
know me, I be O T, low-key, Icy roli, smoke a O-z I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee And I'm 2 point 8 and about to blow 3 Now that's the way (
live So I lock up the door with the keys to my crib They call me the high priestess of this hasta Although I'm not a dread and not a rasta There's never
