so much better Fuck it all. When they finally find me Whipe the tears from your eyes Pretend I never happened Get on with your life Tell my mom I love
I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak I can, I can be a freak I can, I can
arguing more and it's getting less romantic yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck
still no word I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you I hope you hear it I
I shook my head and laughed I said, "If he's so fly, they tell me why, he couldn't build a lousy raft?" And while we're on the subject, I'll tell you
of mind I gotta hold this heat I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto I thank God that I'm still here You know all my lost ones I share this prayer Father
Penitentiary and bein dead a mothafucka [Petey Pablo] Carolina ??? I straddle the border I look hard up at my son and the south at my daughter Sink into my lemonade is my
aint chasing a damn thing So tonight let all of your pain be champagne I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill I might give you a pass depending how I
with your pictures but I know your e-mail.. -Dappy- I'm a hard worker, but i'm not a grime MC, so anytime I get a day off, I like writin' angry lyrics
around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me" I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put
rolls on How do I begin to do this shit right? And get my hustle on Look here Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word But on my path to see
my mom My mom, I'm just like her My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my momma Sorry Mom, I still love you though
around screamin, "I don't care, just bite me" I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl Plus I was put
, Charlie Brown, man I don't know what the deal is, you hafta ask my partna Dinco D Yo yo, tell us D, tell us D, mass confusion g, I don't know what's
Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled
Paris from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all wanna f-ck em all had my n-ggas down so I'm screaming f-ck the law monday
