You gave me this, made me give Your silver grin, still sticking it in You have soul machine, soul machine The longest kiss, peeling furniture days Drift
You were my sunshine, my only sunshine. You made me happy when skies were blue. You'll never know, dear, how much I loved you. How could you take my sunshine
Jimmy Got Nothing made himself a name With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie Our boy Jimmy just blew them
I woke up at seven and my body was vibrating I was wrapped up in a blanket, I was gray, damp and sore The bedroom was an engine and my heartbeat was erratic
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long
It's that old dirty feeling That just will not come clean Like eating digestives After brushing your teeth And it's staining your fingers And it's under
This is my face Covered in freckles With the occasional spot and some veins This is my body Covered in skin And not all of it you can see And this is
I am the crook who robs me I am my own adversary I am my enemy, I am my enemy And my mouth is an army And when the night falls on me I become anything
She's a loaded gun In my shaking hands Am I in hell Or the promised land? (What's your name?) So I'ma tell you my name When I'm on your skin (You can
3000 baby, raunchy, raunchy Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin' I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not Doc,hood lynchin
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This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear? fear is an emotion what is death? Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm dangerous
[Intro] My name is [rewinds] my name is And we've made a wild and wonderful record for you We will tell you all kinds of things to do and be and you can
[Intro] Mr. Impossible can do the most amazing things For instance, he can jump over a house [whistling sound] Impossible! [Mad Child] Yo, ay I ain't
ghostface: hey, yo that's soul right there don't touch that radio. kid: Fuck you g: what'd u just say? kid: shut the fuck up g: come on before i beat
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed So you already know
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? One, two, three and
I heard ya wanna know about me, Where I'm at and who I be And why they call me Jumpsteady I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds With so much flavor