Cranium relaxing on a pillow,. Purp n wax stuffed all inside the cigarillo ,. Nintendo 64 while I get my dick buffed,. Good brain but not good enough to get handcuffed ,.
Oh pretty lady, come and have a dance with me. And in a while your body will surely see. I am the one that makes you want more and more. So pretty lady, head on to the dance floor.
Peel away the morning sky. Place it in a jar. I'll collect it when I die. Sliding from a star. And down though the clouds. . Strip away the mystery. Lash out at the night.
The Lord is my Shepherd. The Holy Lamb of God. In Him, I have everything I need. Rest in green pastures. He has prepared for me. Beside still waters, He leads me.
Put your best dress on,. Tonight, we're gone.. It's been way too long,. Since we've had a night to ourselves.. Been around touchin' me:. C'mon, babe, we'll have the time of our lives..
She's a Prisoner of Stardom. She's unhappy with success. 'Cause it isn't what she pictured it to be. Though she's made a lot of money. And a lot of famous friends.
VERSE. He's always alone, wrapped up in his plight. With his hands in his pockets he's walkin' in the night. With his dark eyes lookin', he's a poor boy.
VERSE. Down Silver Avenue in rain and mist. You're lookin' for Easy Street which don't exist. And count the years, yes, and count the years. You smash the mirrored walls and you cut your fist.
(Hills 3:09). . A scenic drive is all I need. You can't tell me who to be. I just look at myself. . Of all the places I should be. You stole them all away from me.
Lonely walker humanoid. Listening to forgotten sounds. Tasting smells and colors. Hiking mounts, crossing rivers. . Humble biped, you've come undone. You detached, the mechanical.
Searching news ways of laughing. Ones whereby one could express and transform. All the shattering, all the gratuitous. The burdens of guilt growing these new ways.
Ways of doing and work. Definition of truth. Sexual regulations. Language allowed/forbidden. With enthusiasm dying. For your country. The imaginary, is bounding reality.
Yeah (echo), yeah (echo), yeah (echo).. She got style, she got class, she know she bad. And I like her in 'dem boots or stiletto's, she look so good she should win a medal. She be shoppin' at the mall, yeah she make that bread. She make me wanna leave my dogs and talk to her instead. I'm like ain't no way, I know you got a man, and then she took my number, and I was like damn!.
It's alright, 'cause the historical pattern has shown. How the economical cycle tends to revolve. In a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop.
Prayers. . (INTRO). I'll start the first verse. With something that's buging me. For the longest time now listen to me. . (FIRST VERSE STEPHANE LACROIX).
Perfect Gurl. . Yea. I know sometimes. Things can be so fuck'd up. But you no what. I got won fucking leason for use. Try to find that the perfect gurl.
In our christian society. There's something wrong with having pleasure. Pleasure more precisely is called sin. Therefore our well thinking citizens. Have decided it was best to hide, deny pleasures (such as sex, drugs).
When you touch my hands. Like my favorite station. When my favorite band. I get so excited. Sometimes over joy (Oh). When I'm feeling down. I turn to you for comfort.
Yeah,Its my life. In my own words,listen up. . Verse 1. Have you ever bein in love soo much that you'd kill your self for her. Not an expression,no, just a comment why did i go out with her.