mine" She's piling boxes in front of the door, trying to block it "Daddy please, daddy don't leave, daddy, no stop it!" Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny
daddy gonna be smashin' it till four in the morn You doin' them jeans, yea black, you need to stop it It looks like you got a loaf of bread in your pocket
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system
charge Watch it gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred This alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny So in the 90's watch your tiny
the world go round Not just saggin' waving my flag And never will I ease up nigga so stop askin' See I was taught as a tiny loc on the set It's all
what the truth is they can't handle it they think a nigga slicker than a mayonnaise sandwich but they be like g-g-g-god dammit, pause this nigga pocket
ride in fairy's wombs And stole the road the other way And sold tomorrow to yesterday and I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building Tiny people
WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINE I HAVE JOURNEYED TO LAST UPON THE LAND MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY ROOM I FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY TINY
I was a tot. When I was on embryo- A tiny speck. Just o dot. When I was a Hershey bar- In my father's back pocket. Hey look! Over there! It's Frank Sinatra
Take your hands out of your pockets Don't walk until green Call it penance, call it shock You just lost your esteem You know it's ironic If it went down
up quick If he scream, I'ma put him out I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP so I can dig him out Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big
Into the vigil from hiding His exile was now almost up Pockets were teeming with spare change And his mind was eating it up He'd savored the peace that
Barely old enough to call it love Showing off, skipping rocks across, the water Stones, I handed one to you You put it in your pocket Said you loved it
, to call it love, Showin off, skippin rocks across, the water, Stones, I handed one to you, You put it in your pocket, Said you loved it, said you'd
they repeat This life they pretend to me I took my television, unplugged it from the wall Tiny people crawling as I broke it on the floor I put them in my pockets
And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) And every time I rock, watch my pockets
bed with the sound of her own breathing a little voice in her head keeps on repeating prepare my dear because things are about to change, there is a tiny
