Come on out and dance If you get the chance We're gonna spit on the rivals All I wanna know Is how far you wanna go Fighting for survival Underneath
Break your neck for some substance This is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity So long into the ordinary day Wrought with fictitious tales of how
[Gucci Mane] Im so f-cking dumb I wear diamonds on my thumbs, there's a diamond on my d-ck so there's a diamond on her tongue, i can't feel you baby
Put your hands up, take it to the floor You already gave me the green light, baby Put your glass up, pour a little more You already gave me the green
Kingston, hey, face drop, oh, Kingston, I see your face drop, drop, drop You touch my heart, disappear I never knew how much it hurt here (Made me feel
I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away All the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits And they've
An anvil's black and shiny It's very heavy too So watch out, my chubby friend Or one will fall on you On me? Heh hah huh huh That wasn't pretty But it
Twisted, You've shaken my exsistence, When I'm with you baby bliss is, (I want you) All I've come to know (Come to me) Running, I didn't see it coming
It was your smile it was your style That had me gone from the jump It was your name it was your sign That made want to run Fly me to Vegas Packing my
When the role is called up yonder I hope you see me there It's in the water It's where you came from It's in the water It's where you came from And
She wakes up in the morning.. morning Jumps in the shower.. shower ooooh ooooh Then rubs on her lotion.. lotion While she's wrapped in her towel.. towel
This time I wonder what it feels like To find the one in this life The one we all dream of But dreams just aren't enough So I'll be waiting for the real
Preacher man walked into the club and he said he said "Hey girl, can't you walk a mile and not stray?" Father I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the
We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins We're cheering for America's sweethearts But I must confess
You are a getaway car A rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror You make my head
I'm not a crybaby, I'm the crybaby A caterpillar that got stuck Mr. Moth come quick with any luck A long walk to a dark house A Roman candle heart keep
She says she's no good With words but I'm worse Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic" Or stuck to my tongue Weighed down with words Too over-dramatic
I am an arms dealer Fitting you with weapons in the form of words And I don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing That's just