sunk and you require my precious help Stop busting on me Of dicks like you I'm sick Stop busting on me A cut you'll get for free Just get a fucking
we must jump back to the start The scene is drowning in all this metal shit trends and slowed down riffs do not relate to us we're gonna make it clear
crowd Out of step with the world that is how we both felt Something happened along the way made you the dick you are today A handshake is the tightest
Life's been tough these past 2 months day after day my troubles await At one point it seemed I would sink under the grains of trapping sand My triumph
in my head Have you ever paid that thing called respect? No longer friends, consider me dead Healing with time as I'm moving away I don't give a
way for moving onward's being on your own Lift yourself from the fall No one's there to pick you up Lost your crutch, you're outta touch it's time
A to Z so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A little off the wall maybe, go, get a shrink Get up, stand up, back up,
a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned
s a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned
There she is, she's a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady
cus', she aint fit for no other man So you approach as a gentleman Hello mam' today you lookin pretty damn elegann' I think she get the message like a
for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence And it's not ironic Gods got a
cups would have to change their design following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?! it was a joke, of course it was a joke at the time
scrap You niggaz got gatts, we got gats You niggaz wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild Yo, started with a blue whip, got a
you get props over here] Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear [Yeah you get props over here] [Psycho Les] I get stoned everyday I
no clue to who you was 'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was done To approach my
'm smooth when I approach and I stare at them stones Make you move in with the coach and leave them players alone We could talk 'bout it, get a bottle
