m not that man! Here's one subject that everyone enjoys: I heard the boys talk the talk to the boys I heard the girls say the same thing to the girls
I loved the white socks that you wore But you don't wear white socks no more, now you're a woman I joked about your turned-up nose And criticized your school girl
a generation longing for reconciliation And this future that they're facing And this poison that they're tasting My girl, I know this love that you're chasing My girl
An inspirational tirade against me How to explain my life? Girls to the left of me Boys to the right of me Neither husband nor wife Though the days are
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls Hard to the motherfucking core we are The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad Run run, we gonna tear
sad And she wants more than anything To live with her dad But her dad's generous With 24 grand a year And her mom has the nerve To shed one tear? So
capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shard of a hangover Baptized in tears from the real, tears from the
Does she worry that she's not liked? Cause what they say behind her back. The tears held in her eyes. It's generally kind of sad. This suicidal girl.
Mussolini: My first name call me Queens nigga remember the lies I keep the game sown, hit criminal ties, generals die Feel the takeover, seminoles rise
away stands a girl watching the slit open the sky tears are falling in her mind - a pictured boy in her vain - a bloodbubble which is tearing her apart black tears
are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals
Your insincerity And me all starrey-eyed To think that I would have know by now {chorus} Now, sure as the sun will cross the sky This lie is over Lost, like the tears
YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on lean
Fightin' for his way home Fightin' for his way home Returnin' home to his native land Left New York for Texas man Quieter times were in his cards He met a girl
Well, I love the little girl and I love her like a sister When the sun goes down she goes off like a twister She will tear it all down if she doesn'
and his policies FBI scientists have found chemical traces Consistent with a bomb or a missile on a piece of wreckage Police using clubs and tear gas
girl breaks my heart, what I do with the pain? And one more thing, daddy, can you tell me my name? It takes a whole nation to help me raise this generation