You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage. Since you're putting on a show you gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking
the traffic jam to finish girl the things we could do in twenty minutes girl say my name, say my name wear it out, its getting hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a
to finish, girl The things that we could do in twenty minutes, girl Say my name, say my name, wear it out It's getting hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a
She's so much taller With a crisp endorsement From the C.C.A.A. Booty Patrol She's so meta Reference Stendhal Shares my strange urge To smash a window
our back window was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot, Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right
the sky to Heaven It's part of a plan, it's back in God's hands Back in God's hands Oh, it didn't last, it's a thing of the past No, we didn't understand
city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life, a good, good life To my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A. they don't know
You can't roll a blunt to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this
on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you
world But are you sure that's what you're doing now are you running away for a purpose Do you even know what your self worth is the past what you carry
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement
There's a gold frame That sits by the window And my heart breaks A little more each time I try To picture the memory inside There's an old book I's too
The windows to the other side Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of 'Oh well if it's happening there It isn't here', and god appears to deal A different
oh . . . You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie Why do
a window And every window's made of glass We'll keep on lovin', pretty baby For as long as love will last Beyond here lies nothin' But the mountains of the past
tell my beginning from the end For every door that closed a window opened Been 'round the world and back again, it starts from within, yes It's a new day A
just seventeen But your laughter was mild You liked my dreams, you thought I was wild Is there a rhythm in your step now That reminds you of a dance
im in disguise, sanity compromised. this is getting crazy but ur ass done made me b a stalker, b a stalker i dont want to be a stalker b a stalker but
