Fake Diamond Kind

She never says what she means. She's a fake diamond kind. Now she's starin' right through me. With her cold gray eyes. Shootin' right through me. Is it a truth or a lie?.

Fell In The Sun

Flew too high. Fell in the sun. . I'm just a cool ass nigga, put Atlanta on the map. I whip the yellow Cadillac, I like my seats way back. I bust the sun roof open, beams hit the Braves cap.

Fuckfest

Chorus: [big ed] (mo b. dick). . Fuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck). At the fuckfest. Suck who you wanna suck at the fuckfest. Eat who you wanna eat (eat who you wanna eat).

Forget About It

[verse 1]. Nigga me fall off, could never be soft. Forget about it. Win at all cost, born to be raw. Forget about it. Do I bust with my tec, over respect.

Five Foot Stomp

Facet To świnia

Jak zwykle znw nie robisz nic. Gazet czytasz cay dzie. askawie czasem obiad zjesz. Po domu snujesz si jak cie. Ty z kolegami wolisz pi. Ni z moj mam ciasto piec.

Focus Pocus

Take my advice. Don't come any closer. Don't you come any closer. You're giving us all away. . Hold on with your clenched fingers. In the way that it shines.

Find A Way

Man Im so broke it ain't a joke. Some people got rims I got spokes. Im working with change they got notes. And I dont know how much longer I can cope.

Favourite Things

[Intro]. Buy me diamonds and rubies. I'm crazy bout Bentley's. Gucci dresses and drop top kompressors. Wine me and dine me. Bring those platinum rings.

Fists Of Love

Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand. Feel it, feel it. Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand. Feel my arm, feel my arm. Feel my fist, feel my fist.

Fish Fry

Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck. He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud. The one who wouldn't go down on his brother 's dead. She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead.

Funeral Of A Good Grrl

Boy, I wanna get you alone. I wanna cover you in chocolate, and turn off the phone. Damn, I think I'm losing my mind. What's been coming over me?. . I wanna be like Pamela Lee.

Funeral Of A Good Girl

Boy, I wanna get you alone. I wanna cover you in chocolate, and turn off the phone. Damn, I think I'm losing my mind. What's been coming over me?. . I wanna be like Pamela Lee.

Factory Hot Rod

You're a goddamn factory hot rod. Everything about you is premeditated. You're really loud and you're really fast. You're hung soo proud butwill ya last?.

F**k You 2

I'm...I'm losing my world. 'Cause you're leaving and I'm dying without you. So now I'm nothing to you. So fuck you too. . Now that you tell me that you'd rather be with him.

Father

Food Fight!

Lunch time is just not fair. Hot dog, mustard in your hair. Sucks for the janitor, fight on. Sucks for the janitor, fight on, fight on. Food fight. . Crash a six year old's birthday party.

Falling

Well,. Lost, tired, unseen and used. With the feeling of fighting for nothing. I'm taking that risk. . Here I am. With nothing to lose.. Im gasping for air, just to be dancing with her..

Fragrance Of Christ

As the fragrance of Christ. rises from the altar. It's mingled with. The prayers of God's people. When we pour out our lives. Upon the Golden Altar. A willing sacrifice.

Forever You Are King

You stepped down from Your Throne. You made the earth Your home. You took upon Yourself my human frame. You sacrificed Your life so that I could go free.