I?m lost or found my solid ground I?ve waited for so long to choose while the better part of me the best part of you is a lie the best we can do. Somebody
the totem till he showed 'em Defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit His bridges, he out grow'd em He's so out cold he's knocked out of
know me, Deceit brings fire, makes sure you can't breathe (Pick at pieces of my body below) I never bothered with all the rumors, too much garbage (All
a four.stayin high i'm on a note.u can smell da bong all on my clothes.man look at my eyes they bout to b closed.I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit
' for something to mingle Preferably single and maybe bilingual An all-star cast like a movie called Primos Best believe, it's comin' out You gon' see us comin' out
a. valli, bernard williams) No doubt i'm the one your mama warned you about I'm know for taking ladies home and turning them out Like kissing all the
every sound This is not why the cast is hollow Sending the rats to follow Under the weight of all these eyes Fry But now you know that I am cold (Take me out
as lovers Racing through the city Windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars You're wrong Are we all wrong You're wrong Are we all wrong Best
, words that came out all wrong. 'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort, Left to dry-out in the Sun, The noon-day Sun. Don't leave me here, to cast
in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all
love's breaking out Let's show the world you're my boy I'm your girl, cuz it's Showtime, our love's coming out Lights, camera, action Let it all hang out
he out grow'd 'em He's so out cold he's knocked out of the South Pole And nobody fucks with him Rigamortis and postmortem He's dying of boredom Take your best
sneakers Turn up the volume, blow out the speakers Best clothes on, goin' down on fire Turn the lights off, turn the music higher I broke free, cast
To have you there in my corner My eyes cast so low My face could not have been drawn longer Well, I know you've been impressed You've seen me at my best
want I'm not walking out Stop all the rivers Push, strike and kill I'm not gonna leave you There's no way I will And I am telling you I'm not going You're the best
of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar To think of them, all
Check me out Check it out, yo [unverified] I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn