I want you to understand something. That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumpin'. I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like a millionaire.
(Eminem). On this dream. No diggity. I'm about to go pull some hoes. . (Yelawolf). Roll down the window in the Chevy. And I listen to the critics, but they really wasn't sayin shit.
Mom, I know I let you down. And though you say the days are happy. Why is the power off, and I'm fucked up?. And mom, I know he's not around. But don't you place the blame on me.
Yo, I can't sing but. I feel like singing. I wanna fuckin' sing. 'Cause I'm happy. Yeah, I'm happy. I got my baby back. Yo, check it out. . Somedays I sit staring out the window.
Yo, I can't sing but. I feel like singing. I wanna fuckin' sing. 'Cause I'm happy. Yeah, I'm happy. I got my baby back. Yo, check it out. . Somedays I sit staring out the window.
Yo, I can't sing but I feel like singing. I wanna fuckin' sing. 'Cuz I'm happy, yeah, I'm happy. I got my baby back, yo, check it out. . Somedays I sit staring out the window.
Makaveli, rest in peace. Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body. Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!). . And this bitch said he should be. The lost forgotten seed of Tupac.
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose. In the teeming temple of the Railroad Kings. He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase.
I know, I've just gotta get out of this place. I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace. Though you say, it's only industrial squeeze. It looks like luxury and feels like a disease.
I've been talking to the wall and it's been answering me. Oh darling how I miss you. I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.
Darling, there is one thing I must tell you, you must know. It's so hard to say the words I feel. This fancy that I'm on's been going on too long. It's time to stop pretending things are real.
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration. While you were living like a saint. And all the time the very one you trusted was. Washing off somebody else's paint.
Is this is not a pretty tale? Is this not a riddle?. A bow shoots arrows through the air. A bow drags notes from a fiddle. But who is the beau of a young girl's heart?.
Siren is bending, the radio humming. Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming. The score is obscure, the melody fractured. It went by my window, refused to be captured.
Five miles out of London on the Western Avenue. Must have been a wonder when it was brand new. Talkin' 'bout the splendor of the Hoover factory. I know that you'd agree if you had seen it too.
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Who do you see when you turn your eyes down?. Who do you see when I'm not seeing you?. The news is out all over town and all these girls. Are taking turns at being you.
Come into this house and stop that yakity yak. 'cause your sugar-daddy don't want no talkin' back. You keep on babblin', talkin' 'bout this and that. I got news for ya baby, you ain't nothin' but an alley cat.
Who do you see when you turn your eyes down?. Who do you see when I'm not seein' you?. The news is out all over town and all these girls. Are takin' turns at bein' you.
I hung up the phone tonight. Just as you said I love you. Once this would have been coincidence. Now these things start to bother me. You still close your eyes when I kiss you.