aint feelin that i guess they wanna see us kill each other when im dead, who the fuck gon' help my mother? i struggled and hustled too hard for this i had to rob, steal, kill
a Babylon gangster, Hollygrove hustler You don't look familiar, roofers done kill you Gun shots will open up two bucks and then drill you Jump off my wheel and then the mailman will kill
, away, away, away, away It's the little things that kill Tearing at my brain again Oh, that little things that kill The little things that kill Bigger
Max "Lord, I want that money" "I'm back, Max" "Come on, Leo, we can do it" Step one, find the play See it, swirl it, touch it, kiss it Hello, Mister
about me) What about me now (what about me, what about me) I've got nothing left to say I'm breaking free now I'm longing for your touch But you don
kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill,
'm asked to justify Killing our last heaven beast Don't hunt the whale In beauty vision do we offer much If we reason with destiny Gonna lose our touch Don't kill
, you would eat me up alive I'd touch the devil's lips, I'd sell my soul to you Your wish is my command, my desire is your demand Take good aim, my heart is waiting Kill
You murder my heart, you murder my heart I need to catch my breath with you sometimes 'Cause I get dizzy when your body's touching mine Girl, you're killing
Is it so hard to satisfy your senses You found out to love me You have to climb some fences Scratching and crawling along the floor to touch you And
touch and go When not a soul could know Oh, your lovin' was slow And we lived every night for the touch Oh, remember the touch and go When not a soul
I touched the guilt in your eyes As your lips begin to lie And it kills me every time But I always learn the hard way Just be cool, be kind Don't be
the fields which makes this life of mine a little more unreal a little more unreal But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the sounds You
me I know why you blame yourself I know why you plague me I know why you plague yourself, yeah Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah Kill you
stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look it's killing me
my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his-chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, letting me go And I just can't look its killing
All the time Killing what I feel And everything I touch (All wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated) Turns to stone And everything I touch
Livin' like, like there's no tomorrow Oh, I got money, I don't need a Range I'm a pimp, I don't need a cane Be it kills Charlie, you can keep the change