cries Green eyes, they're mine It's only a matter of time It's only a matter of time You're tainted, I'm shaking I hope you turn around in time Tide
cries Green eyes, they're mine It's only a matter of time. It's only a matter of time. You're tainted, I'm shaking I hope you turn around in time Tide
paragraph on 'Oral Sex'" I said "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?" Yo, next to me said, "Whats wrong with you man, this is a lesson That makes
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First
dreams, then your end is near, it's you Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon, we're callin' you There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you We
sunshine we duckin' for war time You said you want what now See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild Just us four niggaz See we live for gunfire
the mistakes i make to be great but we got a pencil pusher up in here when we know what to do but we know what to fear and every time i up and down
'Cause it's Saturday nite and I just got paid Fool about my money don't try to save My heart says go, go Have a time 'cause it's Saturday nite And I'
we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press frisbees, what it is? What it is? What it is? What it is? If I'm not home on the range, catch
B] See, we still unseen, know what I'm saying? Still unseen, and since you still looking We're gonna bring it [Danja Mowf] Yo, the mistake that is made
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First
to grind them Now we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is "What it is" [Verse 2:] If I'm not home on the range Catch
some type of blues version of "Search and Destroy" I'm talking Stooges, weathered tissue and bruises Iggy "Raw", respect or step back, cute is what we aim
on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First visit
the sunshine we duckin' for war time You said you want what now See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild Just us four niggaz See we live for gunfire
for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy Constantly fuckin ourself with no remedy Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war We ain't ready for what they