I?m a writer of a language that?s both beautiful and tragic translating on the page every letter?s an admission sentence bringing to fruition things i
I?m a writer of a language that?s both beautiful and tragic translating on the page every letter?s an admission sentence bringing to fruition things
is after us, vest on my back Whippin the Acuras, feel like a mac bustin A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin A
and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be Better call a
the strip if u hit the glass, Yo switch it cass, I can change the flow yo, You the type cat to give my name to popo, You a rat, You a lame wit no dough
don't get no reala [Chorus: x2] I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me I'm a tell you like a nigga told me Cash rulez
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. In the dark sits a sad cliche Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness
, she'll have a large wagnarian mother, with a voice that shatters glass, Let a woman in your life, Let a woman in your life, Let a woman in your
my back up pimpin' Talkin' down is a thing of the past Instead of trippin' off of me, you should be gettin' your cash I got a lotta paparazzi tryin' to see through my glass
there aint no stoppin (high) before they open you slow Im a chapter in you text book Read me like a check book Mistook love at first sight for a sex
Feds is after us, vest on my back Whippin' the Acuras, feel like a Mac bustin' A rug in Preston on percussion I'll bust in your gate, nigga it's nothin' A
To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in
Hush, can't talk about it Hush, dance all around it Everybody's doin' it, old and young Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue, hush Mama makes
goin I just need a steet address That got her to blush, I told her if she not in a rush, i know this lil spot on the hush It?s like a pop hub, mixed
sift through the hour glass We realize that an hours passed And not a person here is innocent Were both as guilty as a sin It must have rained all through
the street. It?s 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown. We slip through mansions with fences full-grown. We slip through streetlights
laughed with their health/ but the whispers in the wind said a war was a brewina??/ (a war was a brewina??, a war was a brewina??)/ From a family of
soon be dead Marry me he said, God he's ugly but fortune is ours Running in the gardens enjoying men, women and flowers Then I break a glass and I slit
