Whussup son. Thats right, Lil' Poot up in this piece, fool!. Lil' Shank and Foe Foe reppin' the Ryda Clique son. . All my niggas that be puttin' it down.
You can stay afraid. Alone in the dark. But at least I'm out here. In the light...... At least I'm not afraid. To say what I think. While your thoughts stay hidden.
Disregard their suffering. spoon-fed fuck taught not to care.. It's easy for you to think everything is okay. this is ok?. I've never seen worse. they want what you have..
I never promised you nothing,. Never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave.. If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I decline.. That's nothing. that's not my dream..
I don't know East Texas from Louisiana. And I don't know Alabama. Or where Atlanta lies tonight. And Indianapolis. . Summers in park and recreation pools.
Yo, yeah, yeah. Ha, now what y'all wanna do. Ha, yo, Teddy Bishop. Profyle. Like that, right?. You know how it is. When you wanna holla at these girls when you walkin' about.
Ooh, you so nasty. . Why you gotta be so nasty, girl. (Because you make me horny). (Why you gotta be so nasty, boy). Because you get up on me. . Why you gotta be so nasty, girl.
Ladies and gentlemen. Presenting the outrageous. I'm music without limelight. A guitarist without stages. I'm a Hells Angel without the Harley Davidson.
YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME. I DON'T NEED YOUR BODY. DON'T NEED NO ONE. THAT'S NO GOOD FOR ME. (REPEAT 3 TIMES). . YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME. I DON'T NEED YOUR BODY.
Watch the sun, I'm so bliss through the open morning sky. Got the sounds through in my head. It must be the northern sign. Shout it out on the way back home, down the open mount.
Neki moji prijatelji. misle da postat ce ljudi. predugo se poznajemo. mi smo ista generacija. . Mi smo ista generacija. Mi smo ista generacija. Mi smo ista generacija.
Neka te ne brine. sto ne zovem kao nekad. Neka te ne brine. sto ne znas gdje sam bio jucer. . Neka te ne brine smrt djecaka u Kabulu. neka te brinu crvene noci na istoku.
Put yourself in the moment:. She's waiting for you to tell her how you feel.. All you need is a signal before you put yourself at risk to fail.. Draw breath in real slow..
Hook:. . Paparazzi takin pics I tell em No commet. Reporters all up in my mix I tell em No comment. Blog sites be startin shit I tell No comment. I dont wanna talk, I let my money talk..
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster). Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI). Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta. Guitar: Concetta Hand: Suede!.
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster). Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI). Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta. Guitar: Concetta Hand: Suede!.
There's thunder in the hallway. And orgy in the lounge. A shopping trolley in the bathroom. A fire in the yard. . They put my brother under water. But they forgot about me.