my self esteem Pieces of my heart shared with strangers I hate you as many as you are! The sound's bad, the voice is too loud, it's not my kind of music
you homie You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homie I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today I get cake from buds
homey You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today I get cake from buds
Voice: The rhythm is both the songs manicle and it's demanicle charge... The rhythm (20x), I'm Everlast born to be a caucassion but it makes no difference
D Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool Nick Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bangle and Cut Master Quick I worked hard and long to master this traight And to quote my other song
when it snows. So out of place, so out of those fake smiles. I used to do so well. And here's the part of the song Where I start to break down like my
No teenage heaven or hell No songs or voices came from across the outlands Where oceans are meant to be -- where oceans are meant to be Oh my God, I
20 years in the same city still don't know my way around And still get lost inside of my thoughts Sayin dumb jokes just to hear myself talk Yeah I know my
Sumthin Red Thick And Fine Get On Top And Make It Grind Im Iced Out No Herringbone Check Out My Ringtone Check Out My Theme Song U Dont Kno My Struggle
So Lately, My Stakes Get Better Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice In Beijing No Choice
of my crib followed by the door Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor, I'm seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect My boys
Are my arms your hearse if these metaphors stop? Without these songs, I would just be so lost So lost When she rides, I'm stuck in that horror hotel, cursing all 20
m worth a million off the corner, when I'm pimping my pen Blue over gray is my choice, pearl white Rolls Royce Don't need no natural lemon tea, I don't be training my voice
teenage heaven or hell No songs or voices came From across the outlands Where oceans were ment to be, where oceans were ment to be Oh my god, i feel so
you claimed you'd really score Something I had to see to believe Put on my suit and to church I weaved [PREACHER (Squirrel):] My, my, my. What happened
close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my vest And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West Take a look at my