like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me like that And it seem more like a song And less like it's math If you pull on my hair And bite me
And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that Something more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And
song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that Something more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair
've been watching me fall for it seems like years Watching me grow small, I watch me disappear Slipping on out my ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes
this view just to tell her When I close my eyes, I can see The spotlights are bright on you and me We've got the floor And you're in my arms How could
bright white glare. "keep steppen". cant sell here. dont need your blunts poppin burning facial hair, i would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my
baby aka Noah's Ark Ahaha And I'm Noah! YOUNG MOULA BABY [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] My money long, my temper short My car's foreign, my dick a boss The guns
shall be my wife." Time after time Metal kisses stone Tired lungs breathe in The dust of her birth, and his eyes shed a tear "Arianna, I grow weary; My
to my car Policman makes sure I'm ok Don't worry maam well find him We won't let him get away Started up my engine Eight months pregnant Through their eyes
speeches about the sun being bad, like the beast can't come out because the sun's too bright and the sun hurts his eyes or something -- you show up all
Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon With the melody, of a soft barry white tune I sit back, like I got it made in the shade Holding my dick
play John Wilkes Booth Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was switched My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed My family seen my
me hypnotized But in my heart she fell, oh, I got pulled into her spell I can still see her there with the flowers in her hair Oh Amelia, my Southern
I see you all the rays of the sun Are streaming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like a spotlight The beating of my
