Baby, because. (I say, "Lord, have mercy"). This is for all you dirty bitches out there. Suck up on this motherfuckin' nuts. (I say, "Lord, have mercy").
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change. The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange. He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes.
She won't come. Just when you want it. . Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun. You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on. You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill.
Here come the pecker. Wood mic wrecker. Sweet like nectar. MC selector. Come again, keep the style I'm bustin'. You think I'm droppin' acid ???only super cold does it???.
So one night she phones me - I'm cornered in the living room. we're speaking of impending doom.. We exchange sad goodbyes - where did all the feelings go?.
We meet for coffee and a cigarette and talk about how feelings get. when we hear certain songs that hit the spot and put us in a world that's not.. . Sing me songs sue.
Benevolence, mercy, discipline. Benevolence, mercy, discipline. Benevolence. . Here come the, here come the, here come the pain. Here come the, here come the, here come the pain.
I rock the ill shit. you know I kill shit. And then I build shit. Get off my dillsnick. cause I don't play that. my Style goes way back. I kick my one time through fuck the playback.
(This) Life we've forsaken. Not out of spite but of honesty. Lips sealed, our tongues tied, this secret's safer than you or me. This isn't how it should end.
Amidst a smile like the setting sun. Red sequined dress that could kill anyone. The music moves you like good poetry. I wish I lacked this anonymity. It strikes me funny when you mouth the words.
Still gotta lotta love (8x). . Much love for my man Lyor. Keep rockin' dem beats and gettin' hotties on the floor. And much love for my man Danny Boy.
Houston, bring it to you. Go for it baby, like that. Come on, nice and slow. Come on, let's go. . Girl I wouldn't think a year ago. That you'd make me feel this way.
Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. . Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love. Still gotta lotta love.
I'll down Keystones. Drunk and alone planning things to say. Saying things planned. To empty cans. Same shit different day. . I've had enough to drink tonight.
You look good, shut the door. If I get mine, you'll get yours. (Ah leave the lights on). Girl, if I get mine then you'll get yours. . Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin static.
I'll save this for late night. A cup of coffee and a long walk through the park. Down from this rooftop. I see the pond and the great lawn through the dark.
Yeah (wow). U know a Twizla. It's a something I've been looking for so long. (A Twizla girl). A Twizla girl. It's the type of girl that gets me rapped up all in a lovin'.
So with this drink I can. Surrender and ten later I pretend. To have you to hold you. I relive all the things I should've said. Like what's wrong. I'm not well.
Alright, now. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. Boom sha lock lock boom. . I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror.
I need a twizla. I'm lookin' for you, baby. I need a girl like you. So beautiful. . I really, really want a meet a girl. That ain't about playin' no games.