you said you dont understand me so why are you here you wanted me to protect you now while you turned away you havent answered the question of why
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you said you dont understand me so why are you here you wanted me to protect you now while you turned away you havent answered the question of why you
a bar I don't know if you're dead or not, if you're anyone Come on and get the minimum before you open up your eyes This army has so many hands to analyze
got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened up
me when She told me it would happen when I was much older Wish it would've happened then (Is this the end?) Just can't let go (Is this the end?) I, just
your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Satan's hand begins the end
were pretty I wish I were brave If I owned this city Then I'd make it behave And if I were fearless Then I'd speak my truth And the world would hear this
the people ain't steppin More bodies than John Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain What really matters, is how well is
It's hard to say goodbye When I'm holding out my hands Holding out my hands for love That opened my eyes Filled with tears that never dry For you the
boggling my zone, like I'm in the twilight dog get off my bone this is my mic doggone it I like hogging it. Flow so wet I'ma take this beat tobogganin
shit They mess with the wrong click, quick to blow shit (Yeah) Y'all know who owned this so they end my career But still I put my tag on this earth Malice
Wowwww, that's what's up, be clear it's goin down And if you wanna holla at Bust call us up right now Phone lines is open, what y'all, wanna discuss?
the queen of hearts you're the queen of spades and you'de take my breath away any day that way so anyway is this the end? Is this the fifth act of the
are willing to say? There is no sense, there is no plan Yet they will not believe the ancient mysteries Passed down through time into their hands If my choice is
a child Who is sick and begging to be free But there is no cure for his disease He looks up to his mother and As she hold his hand (Holds his hand)
almost got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open, the music was high And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh She had opened
