I'll start this conversation. You were always known to choke on the words you say but still you pray that we can work this out. Your days are numbered
If this is all we know then I'm walking out that door tonight, and I'm heading in a new direction. The path of life has shown me things I don't wanna
I intend to drive through the night And wonder if I'm ever not on your mind. I wrote a song for you so shout out every line. Well, I think it's time
Back and forth we always take our time growing up, not knowing what's at stake before we change. So give me a chance and I'll take it, make it or break
This is a call for all the wasted days, and things I forgot to say; like you bring me down. I'll drag myself along, but I won't pray, because that
predict may the champ like a ? You all understanding this, rock star like I'm in the ? I'm ..straight, warm and ?. A number flight, a number show in another state
shinin like a schandaler. i tend to brush my teeth with windex just so the glass house mouth shine clear. i got mo carrots than vegtable soup. im a texas icon tha peoples champ
I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear I got mo' karats invested with soup, I'm a Texas icon a People's Champ
Street Nigga I Aint Got No Muthafuckin Boss! [Lloyd Banks:] We Went Frm Runnin Down Sneakers To Runnin Da State I Can't Die..I Got To Much Money 2 Make
out the 713, it's "The People's Champ," Paul Wall, yeah that's me. Come take a ride with a playa out the 'Lone Star State'. I'm just a hustler on the
. Male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion of this here United States
corral Or maybe bark for a carousel Of course, it takes talent to do that well He might be a champ of the heavyweights or a fella that sells you glue Or President of the United States
la tess tourne tourne dans la caisse trop lourd pousse des halteres en meme temps wesh poto tu veut dla pure viens ses Kennedy jte met bien en meme temps les states
the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind ("New York state of mine" --
Verse One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state
Danse, entre deux feus Danse, dans une salle Ou danse, entre les balles Pour esquiver un couvre-feu Des animaux courent dans des champs Des hommes sont
And they left breast (yes!) Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun You fucking wit the champ Pop corks on champ