{The more Jesus Christ himself}. . Feeling unknown and you're all alone. Flesh and bone by the telephone. Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer.
Your red dress doesn't come alive. 'til you cross your legs and wave goodbye. Better late then never. Better never. . I heard that you got in trouble.
In the dark, in the dark you'll find us. Making noise to the beat of fashion. No name brand will keep us in this hole. . Apologize making indecision. Come alive in the patron saints of medicine.
Verse 1:. You've changed the way you touch my hands. Running around saying to everyone that I'm your man. You should never let me get it. We're just friends I told you from the beginning.
Can you spare any (social) change. after fucking every social donut hole?. . The U.S. toilet is overflowing. (and sure needs an overthrowing). With Mr. Media's diarrhea..
Santa Claus hijack, fuck-a-rama. always getting a good look. at the meat rack. Before shooting blanks into a loaded crowd. . Hypothetical hunger is not directly proportional to hypothetical appetite.
'White Nights' (Red Lights). Silent sirens. Calm and brutal. Kingdom comes. . Praying dagger (drunk and haggard). Found a sin and pulled the pin. . That old fuck has run amok.
Ain't no use to keep taking abuse. From a friend who isn't kind. A friend in need or a friend that you need. Who can help you through the troubled times.
[Q:] If the aunt had balls she would be?. [A:] Uh, the uncle.. . [Q:] And in more trouble than?. [A:] A pregnant nun.. . So get a hole to hide in. or somehide to cover the hole.
I reject your stance. And all your points of view. Come out from where you hide. And be who you want to. This double standard tease. Which set of friends to please.
{We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!}. {It be like da, da, da-da-da, da}. {This that real shit dawg, real shit dawg c'mon, c'mon, come}.
LL, Teairra Mari. . You seem like a type. That wanna do a couple things. When I look in your eyes. I can tell you ready to swing. . Slow down, baby. I'm waitin' more than a fling.
The act of makin love...is.... . [REFRAIN]. pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings. pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings.
The act of makin love is. . Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings. Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings. . I'll take 30 electric chairs.
Baby girl was draped in Chanel. Said she love Tupac but hates some LL. Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings. She can take a prince, turn him into a king.
[Intro:]. . I do this for you baby. Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin. Mmm,. (Do you want to be a player) Yeah. (Then you got to have that flavour). More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know.
[Intro:]. . I do this for you baby. Papa luv it do', y'knowI'msayin. Mmm,. (Do you want to be a player) Yeah. (Then you got to have that flavour). More of that Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know.
Come inside. And make your call. Read the signs. And still I bruise for you. . Cold hands. You're my control. Dead eyes. You took me. . Lead me. Bleed me.
Yeah. Prestige my niggas,. Respect, Admiration, Loyalty, Hustle. That's what I stand for,. You talk about me?. You ain't getting no attention nigga. Ha Ha Ha Ha.