Meet me at my door. By the end of the night. You'll be screaming for more, more, more of me. Tonight's a big night, so let's make history. . My lips touch your lips.
springtime falls and mother is here. she giving life to her children so dear. mud puddle babies sea to shining sea. well we're living with our mother no wants no needs.
I just had to write. A song about the waste. When you come to watch. Your loser play. It kind of about you. It kind of about me. It kind of about all the things I want us to be.
Maybe you could stay. Maybe I could wander. Maybe you could stray and. Maybe I could pull you under. Maybe you could sting. Maybe I could play. Maybe you could mitre and.
She ready to burn. I feel her on my back and its heating up shop. Pumpin' hard on my nitrous when my tranny goes pop. I can drive on it hard but when she riding the fence.
Wake up son of mine. Momma got something to tell you. . Changes come. Life will have its way. With your pride son. Take it like a man. . Hang on son of mine.
[Verse 1:]. I've been drifting for too long. Wandering in the dark alone, and I'm empty. Wanting to be filled. I can't live this life without you. I need to have more of you.
Thought there was nothing left for me. I gave up on destiny. 'til she came floating by. I felt like I'd always known her face. Hail Mary full of grace.
I'm pleased to meet you Mr. Brown,. It's good to see you out with your Lady wife,. I'm living on this side of town,. I'm gonna have to take you out with my trusty knife,.
People waste time, gotta make time. . They ain't got no place to go, C'mon now. I try to make time in my own life. But you're moving way too slow to catch up now.
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips like roses and clover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Di alangan sa tukso ng ulan. Ang ihip ng hangin tila nambibitin. Atin nang simulan. . Kahit walang mapaglagyan. Bukas ang lansangan. Saan mag-aabang ng araw.
the smell of death seasons the air. tonight's the night to leave my darksome lair. the mortuary is my goal. I have this craving for some rotten hole. .
Tn yn on saatava jotakin aikaan. Muuten katoaa uskoni thnkin taikaan. Joka mieltni kiehtoo ja ahdistaa. Joka myrkky on mutta niin makeaa. . Kdet vapisee.
Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours. I pour it on the breaks. Till it break laws. Givin' the gabbin'. So the brothers be havin' it. Or else the five fingers of dope'll.
I didn't died right. I didn't died right. . {This is Harry Allen hip hop activist and media assassin'. With Flavor Flav, Oh what's the Flavor Flavor}.
Step back, get away, give the brother some room. You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom. Lyric to lyric, line to line. Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme.
Get that, ha ha, yeah boy. Bass for your face. Get that, ha ha, yeah boy. Bass for your face. . Get that, bass, bass for your face. Bass for your face, bass for your face.
Time is gettin' crazy, people clockin' out. They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route. Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system. 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em.
Man to man. I don't know if they can. From what I know. The parts don't fit. Ah shit. . Now he's sharin' a needle. With a drug addict. He don't believe he has it either.