her mother If there could be another And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging
's' bitter sweet Still she's only just thirteen And she's forgotten how to dream. Her brother the juke-box King With his venom mildly sting And his knowledge
There is a spider in my dreams Long and silent is his name Cold as lightning is his smile Final is his sting His curse is deep as seven skies Boys, I
were suppose to be tough. Girls were trophies every man always kept a few of. When he was hurt and the tears would sting in his eyes, his mother said
in the memory of that glorious fight It hit me when she stepped into the ring Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting CHORUS I got
want to do let's go You already know I go hard I am the mixtape circuit god Flow like a butterfly, sting like a nah A bee don't sting as hard as C You
All the ghosts in the schoolyard Young rebels with no dreams Dying of old age At seventeen Some blame their mothers For this unforgiving world Others
listen girl don't you hold on to me for the things that I've got you hear/Don't, don't you hold my heart for what I've got, listen/mother nature must
thought, isn't mother grand? The way she flies and flies Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire Isn't mother grand to gladly fly
with young bonaparte Concerning the bonny bunch of roses, oh And then up and spoke the young napoleon And he took hold of his mother's hand Oh mother
, it's bills that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga
gypsy queen once told me "Mickey, if you don't get it together you won't see twenty" But plenty honey's give me money for their cunnilingus Guess I sting
know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Knock niggaz out the box all the time Bitches on my mother fuckin' records
kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
Repeat * I'll take great pride and pleasure in your misery And delight in your living hell There's no known act of human kindnes left My very mother
Bridge, 12 o'clock sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp" Yo, why they wanna start an' make me play my part? Don't they know like Sting
TV was blarin' And she wanted to call her mother It was somethin' as simple As checkin' in to that cheap motel Out on Highway 10 Was it the sting of