to me ?don't touch me? I went from pretty willie to pretty silly But I'm still pretty gully so you things will still get pretty ugly And this is for
Monday Time can fly when you're still in love And now l boogie in my dreams To le Freak or Dancing Queen Baby l still recall those things And ooh, I'
North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner
the double-o kuzzle Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records My wallet be mad brolick From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest Still
of river queens Of paupers and of men with means It all depends on how it reads And some are born who never need them Others still who never read them
?t just be ill Why when they see me bitches gotta go ?ew? Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills Why I'm this hot and still didn?t get a deal (chea)
Birds bring me this message It helps to start my day Heaven still does us favors Like the Indians used to say Keeping alive in a dying world The basics
need you When I'm with you walls will crumble I sit down I stand I stumble Every word I mumble comes out wrong And again I try, trip and fall, Burn
waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face is beyond communication The captain is down but still believing that
about Deadlines and commitments What to leave in, what to leave out Against the wind I'm still runnin' against the wind Well I'm older now and still
a different shade . . . Masquerade! Look around - there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve . . . Splash of puce . . . Fool and king . . . Ghoul and goose . . . Green and black . . . Queen
stretched out weary racks of snatch, in other words.. .. I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep, silk sheets and money heaps Still
The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door He said, "I am not fighting for you any more" The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before And
six years [Verse 4] Another day, time pass baby, y'all still hatin', it's all good It's my turn, I'm takin', but cousin, it's still hood Money ain't
you pray Precious time is slipping away Well this world is cruel with its twists and its turns But the fire's still in me and the passion it burns I
WAYLON: It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio, playin