: Day after day Year after year Passing the time wishing you were here Day after day Year after year Accepting the fact that you won't ever come
Day after day Year after year Passing the time wishing you were here Day after day Year after year Accepting the fact that you won't ever come back
Intro- Wait hold up J you see that chick Which one Right there with them big ass lips Goddamn Uh huh How she get so thick? I bet she used to be skinny
s Grae and your day's whittling!" (hey) Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug
ice cream cone Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue American girl, I salute you From Massachusetts to Albuquerque Back to the Mid West, as sweet as the
your face looks as I cock it back Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo, I ain't thick Even though
she will say yes Tell her you've seen forever and You'll be together not a day less Just know until that time comes And after you cross that first mile
head Just watch his weenie grow For one day we all stop burning And the flames are not so thick All the screaming and the torture stops As we wait for
the silent movies play Buster Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood
Just watch his weenie grow! For one day we all stop burning And the flames are not so thick All the screaming and the torture stops As we wait for old
straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk
Hear the sounding, feel the pounding Pain is coming, don't know where Blood is thick, you're feeling sick Live with the choices you have made Hard as
lyricist, Killa Bee clique we swarm thick Spit the written like scripts No but fully loaded throw darts and make it hit, the target Pardon, me as I keep
a love! Blind who? - Take these big diamonds and blood! [Outro] Yeah... I've returned! The PLK! Uh! V5 on the way... Any day! I hear you stupid niggaz
I'm a make it thunderstorm Blood want it flacka yea throw it fuck it I don't care Glasses flying everywhere tap my partna Roscoe like bruh I'm drunk as
your face looks as i cock it back, pull the trigger imagine how your face looks after that, but it aint worth it bro, hey yo i aint thick even though
broken spirits without a clue gloom so thick that love can't shine through he's thinkin, "here I stand, face to face with my angel as the blood of our
