See it looks pretty. Let it go. Go to england. To the show. Make up your mind. Make up your mind. I was at the point the end. I had to catch myself again.
On the way near a truck stop. That's behind my evil haven. There is a garden, he is a garden. . Are you mad yet? Can't connect it. When you try to do you know?.
How I long to feel the warmth in the sadness. As the sun reappears through the break of dawn. . Like a note, black and white. When you dance, you will learn.
Hold up, hold up, check my linguistics. Let me break it down to ya ! Afrolistic !. I ain't down with the love stuff kid,. Nothing but trouble, jet on double.
Everybody wants my love. Nobody can get enough. When I wear some fuck me pumps. Look at me Im all grown up. . Everybody turns their head. When I wear my lips all red.
"Hey commander, can you unplug me?. Just for a minute, I need some privacy.". Headset off and stretch her neck out. Down the rocks to her head's safe house.
Grey winter skies. Cannot dim your light. Autumn winds. Cannot hold you now. . I hear you whisper. Through the frozen sea. I hear you calling. . Gold desert sands.
I keep waking up. In the middle of the night. You keep showing up. Running 'round in my mind. . Walk it off. Walk it off. Walk it off now. But I can still feel you.
There comes a moment in time. Before ascent or decline. You'll face your darkest hours. When other see in your face. The test of wills you've embraced.
Goldfinger. He's the man, the man with the Midas touch. A spider's touch. . Such a cold finger. Beckons you to enter his web of sin. But don't go in. .
You're gonna give me immunity. You're gonna receive punishment. I'm gonna lose myself in you. Because you're not quite of this world. . There will be rooms.
* This version has the names censored, no other version exists. . "Mad Skillz" "On the real". "I'll probably make more money off your album than you" (Repeat 3x).
Yo it's the weekend, time for freakin, no doubt. Hit the mall, get a hookup, night falls and I'm out. Pick up my man (whattup hobbes? ) from around my block.
Go on tour. So did I for so long. Saw the poor. So did I play much more. Lost my shoes. Meant to survive without tools. Blues comes through. And my heart started to brew.
I come home in the morning light. My mother says when you gonna live your life right. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones. And girls they want to have fun.
I want it all, oh, I want it, I want it all. I want your everything, I want your money. I want your lover, I want your everything. I want itI want it.
Play, play, try one more time the last chance in your life.. Youre in fire but have a plan you dont wanna lose again.. Play, play, sucker, play motherfucker lose all your money and die..
Youre old and dying.. But not regret at all.. The last time now you smile.. Because tonight you know.. Your life`s the only sand.. A sand in hour-glass..
I'm gonna win the lottery, going high society, gonna start behaving, shaving, cleaning up my act, i'm gonna get me a cadillac. . Gonna spend thousand dollar bills, on every kind of cheap thrill, gonna get some bling gonna talk a little smack, i'm gonna get me a cadillac.
(Verse 1). Sunday afternoon in a corner booth. My son was squirming in his high chair. My daughter had mashed potatoes in her hair. When a sweet old man with wrinkled hands.