We were lonely We were angry For being tied up to our lives We always mourned As the days passed by We were shatterd And we were guided By the
Every time I close my eyes, I see it. The way you occupy my mind. I need it Got addicted to that smile, I feel it. You got to know what's on my mind,
fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming f@#k the other side,
hit single, for this group that uh . . . FZ: "You remember our other single 'The Bun'?" Don: Yeah, you remember our other single, "The Bun"? See, this
realize kites are fun (x4) see my kite it's green and white laughing in its distant flight all that's between us is a little yellow string but we like each other
I'll explain later But for now let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for
of the god, peace god (Uh, uh) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table screaming fuck the other side they jealous We
puppet on a string I'm go'n dance and I'm go'n sing I will do most anything If U promise me da bang, bang, bang! Don't wanna lie I just wanna do it But some other
That means my nugget... Sometimes I'm rugged The style I posses be havin' The other brothers buggin' and this is 4 those who oppose And propose 2 overexpose
Turn it around, baby Turn it around Turn it around, baby Spend my time with me Try to believe you Try to believe you
, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip
For so long You and me were findin' each other for so long And the feelin' that I feel for you is more than strong girl Take it from me If you give a
. (Verse 4:Layzie) Now everybody got that jam that make you get up wanna buggy to the beat now. And if it wasn't for the drums, and the strings,
are Microphone fiend, it?s the return of the God, peace God And ain?t nobody fresher I?m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming fuck the other
she know we want to murder Aiyyo that shit about Jerome's niece is foul She was bringing niggas mad loud when we was locked down Put around town the 4
heavy string problem is today they've got an answer for everything 4-6-3 an x an o and I can't think of a better way to end the day 4-6-3 a yes a no
butler wears a tux And look, look at the car that she's drivin Before we leave here tonight, watch me get live, and Swing it, rope it up and string it