done There's only one first and there's only one last And it's time To make your move I adore you and you know it don't you? Don't you tell me your
your hands on my face To embrace Live in the moment before you know it It's done There's only one first and there's only one last And it's time To make your move
put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus
drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real, is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill
get dropped In the bang just livin' like a savage And at the same time your body's damaged Made a move on a brother from the Boogie Down Bronx He was a
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
naw) Used his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?) Her math skills get a little sharper (two plus two) And his beer-gut got a lot
that's what your minchia is! Aynsley: Your which? Guy From Alabama: A minchia! Aynsley: You mean your dick? Guy From Alabama: You put your minchia in the stinky-a
pure inspiration Inhale this lung full to make me smile And then we'll talk up a real conversation So take this lung full, become more interesting Now in your
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
to realize you have to lose track, lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear that tiny moving parts make up the whole. The image is clear, a
in tune Take all your time Open land everlasting green Forever here a picture so serene Sand of time moving through my hand Simple life makes a happy
comes and when you wake There's a baby inside... Men First of all make sure your rod's nice and hard You'll blow out the candle then quick grab your
get alone, the more I see I need to get alone more, more 'Cause just when I think that I'm alone Your Spirit calls out to me And even silence has a song
Of Your Head You Got A Tattoo On The Back Of Your Neck An Infinity Sign That Represents Your Past Your Master Touches You On Your Tattoo And Removes Your
a suit, and a black face mask, I ejaculate in a champagne glass Your flesh is precious, so mysterious Pierce your nipples with two long needles, Like a coups a
but you?re out of sight now I?m turning on a golden key Pathway to a lifetime on your knees Remembering the words you said now Won?t you open up your
drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill
