twenty-two times around the sun i've been. and i linger. around the moon. twenty four hours. and i'll be right back. where i started. and there's nothing
Twenty-two times around the sun i've been and i linger around the moon twenty four hours and i'll be right back where i started and there's nothing else
chance we take to try and put ya brain on drugs And we invade the clubs standing on the furniture Throwing gang signs, two stepping with our burners tucked And we will burn
get busy With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (What?) Ya mama smokes crack (What?) She got a burning
, I'll probably start another trend I know ev'ry thing you wan' do I did all that by the age of twenty one By twenty two, I had that brand new Ac' Coupe
the blood pours out of the mother's heart 'Cause it hurts to lose to Lucifer's part (Mmm, yeah) Yes, for I have seen the light That shines bright even
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You
songs end I'll probably start another trend I know ev'ry thing you wann' do I did all that by the age of twenty-one By twenty-two, I had that brand new
blood pours out of the mother's heart Cause it hurts to lose to Lucifer's part (mmm, yeah) Yes, for I have seen the light That shines bright even in
if they ever returned if their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns
will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You
busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning
end I'll probably start another trend I know ev'ry thing you wann' do I did all that by the age of twenty-one By twenty-two, I had that brand new Ac'
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain
