my hand boy Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy I'm all red I'm on fire like
all, without taking it away We shook it, it didn't blow up in our face This life's abundancy came clear We can get back up, we can move from this ground
are where the thunder turns around they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away you know no-one dies in these love drowned eyes through our love drowned
Stuck in my seat from the turbulence And if I fall then I fall Breaking open skies of green earths How long it floats Deserts in our eyes, we're falling Our
that blast the heat Man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the street A villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw A lot of gats on your DAT taped southpaw
) Getting on these dudes when Ia??m not in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other hand
s, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you don't even wanna touch on I face fuck the ones you couldn't touch on Hand brushed on see the denim
yeah) I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah) I don't think I can deal with hollering at you and you not holler back Leaving messages on your phone and
long shotie for the chump bodies If it's on it's on, mami [ chorus ] It's mister cuban link, baby, comin through with the hits Gettin love from the
all lad' come to chill Specially if y'all up on the bill From the old up from A town 'Cuz y'all like it cheaper right now AKA as I get on my roll Work
9 months to make it I say shake it, dont' break it It took ya momma 9 months to make it Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground, scrub the ground [
don't have the energy To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand Oh, but I feel the sting from fate's cruel hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand
on/Get your groove on This aint the right song/To leave no pants on Hit em with a hee haw on the beat ya Goddamn, nice to meet ya (Chorus) Princess
i collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breathe we escape from
ghost I collapse out of turn Near a house lying still in the grass Felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract And expand like a breath We leave from
in our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war, you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your hand With
in me, but when we separated I was thinkin' foolishly Remember when your ex boy tried to bug on me I told him, "Bring it on, I'll buy you a slug on
f-cking sh-t up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!) Bruce willis on his