blown away. There's somewhere safer where the feelings stay. I wanna love you but I'm getting blown away. [Here Chris sings a verse frome "SmokeOnTheWater" by Deep Purple
is a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple moor A highwayman comes riding Riding, riding A
yelling Fillmore rap academy, Bustin right at your sanity Ammo and artillery, talk a major salary Charge just like a battery, for assault and battery Dead just like a
believe, how he'd sunken so low, So he learned to live with his injured pride His purple heart hidden, deep inside, The only reward, for a love he could
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed
go figure, a slow transition from a lil broke n-gga from the Ville, Got a deal a real life saver, dreams of being behind the wheel like Jada, i chill now a
resume as an obvious target Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket I'm going out with a bang.. in a
the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding- Riding
Lil Wayne] Up in the studio me and my drank, being on a beat, I'm just doing my thing. Thinking bout a certain, a certain somebody, that perfect somebody. Sexy purple
purp out And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind
moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, Riding, riding, A
figure, a slow transition from a lil broke n-gga from the Ville, Got a deal a real life saver, dreams of being behind the Will like Jada, i chill now, cop a
as i breathe and leave as i live my cast iron shield's a titanium sieve and a castle that's built on confusion and doubt is a nickel within and a dollar
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw away leave they curtains closed (lights out) I'm in a slab but I'm tippin it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make