pain Don't leave me out in the rain Come back and bring back my smile Come and take these tears away I need your arms to hold me now The nights are so
her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile She said (pictures can be decieving like she knew he was foul Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses his smile
hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust. She said, "Henry ain't here but you can come on in, he'll be back in a little while."
ship make the waves worth being alone Crash me back home. We've been in the van Tennessee bound I know where we're going there's no turning around.
trick Sucky sucky, sucky, sucky sucky lick Licky licky, licky, she swalowed on my dick Brought her back in one stroke Asked her can i do the poke Turned around and smiled
out and like hair after a ball spot I rip skin ain't no repairing the facial terrace Black pen, white paper that's in a racial marriage (woo) I turn
by Oh, are you doing any better? Are you somewhere lost inside the same big sky? that picture of the both of us It didn't quite turn out We never really found the perfect
I sent'em Straight to hell - that's where I sent'em Straight to hell Allow me to illustrate, and paint the perfect picture of the perfect perpetrator
to find So I started wearing warpaint and I gathered all my friends For Cecilia we'd be hunters 'till the end She was built for a perfect picture, but
to find So I started wearing warpaint and I gathered all my friends For Cecelia we'd be hunters 'till the end She was built for a perfect picture, but
give up {Keep ya head up} [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
up (Keep ya head up) [2Pac] Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
sweatin I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby Turn a quickie
sweatin I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'll get ya I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie
. Whiskey is my poison. It's a work/stress thing. Work... has been my one true obsession ever since I got this bow and unlimited arrows and got told to \"turn
you smile and hang you out to dry We'll dress you up like a doll, you'll be a winner tonight You look like a model when I turn off the lights You're
calling me for .. now my back and i am feeling like a taxi feeling like how i'm feeling if you feel like you're gonna ask me picture man on the tv tryin