a dream of lies The young and old Just as vile all the same Consistent inconsistence Serpent tongue whore Blind Fucking The blind Two of a kind Savage
Only a dream of lies The young and old Just as vile all the same Consistent inconsistence Serpent tongue whore Blind Fucking The blind Two of a kind
know a nigga hot chilly peppers and every single heffer want this fella reals mr. hugh hefner mr. put a picture on lock like a cellar pussy, tighter than a
Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten, it's on and poppin' Ain't no stopping, victory's in the air Bring a friend
in a malibu two door, Listening to Dizzy Rascal, Right up ya avenue Fly as a parachutte, High as a paratroop-er, before he deployed, you aint a D boy,
't fly So go 'head, witcha self Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two
fingers on frost, ears on froze Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole Rolling with the g's and the foes and the souls With two bitches on
was so damned beautiful she could warm a winter's frost But she looked long past lonely, and well nigh kinda lost Now I'm not much of a mover or a pick
Two pieces of one kind we live our separated lives One hundred miles are not so far away In spite the map of our world A planet with so many good intentions
, some real satisfaction. Female soprano: A room and a meal And a garbage disposal A lawn and a hose'll Be strictly genteel. Mark volman & howard kaylan
Punks will always scheme to, create a means to take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don't seem to respect my generosity, and what it's costin me
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
how it's been There's that kind of message Like we were back when Sure I've gone on since you, baby Lost my heart a time or two I miss you like Christmas
That's just how it's been, yes I kind of miss us Like we were back when, sure I've gone on since you baby Lost my heart a time or two I miss you like
wanna talk Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull now
't wanna talk Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull now
self (repeat 4X) [?uestlove] Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two
That's just how it's been Yes I kind of miss us like we were... back when Sure I've gone on since you baby lost my heart a time or two I miss you like
