(Left side) Picture yourself just of nuclear fission With library cards and a metaphor skies (ha ha ha ha). Somebody quotes you, you read from a source
drumroll, please. wet, cold candy, clinking up these bare stairs a sweet pitter patter of sublime primitive rhythm, sunlight dances, the most playful
A hand, reaching out in total darkness. Touching soft, smooth skin. Fingers absent of stress, small, thin, but lively and warm. Palm the faintest damp
noise hypnotic and tribal brass buttons and knobs, melting together, as taut cat whiskers pulse. an angry snake, devours its mouse a la mode tail shaking
maintain balling mayn [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] When the top down, I'ma drop the rest On 8-3's, and bumper kit Candy paint, looking wet to spit Piece on my
loan me your ears for 15 minutes Walk with me Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers Oh, that boy colder
bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold
Cuz this is the end [GLC] My brother told me a long time ago Don't focus where you been, focus where you trying to go! I swear the game make you cold
something to eat I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my tootsie roll My sugar baby once you wet
m something to eat (ta!) I got pimps givin me the money Just to taste my jar of honey Cotton candy sweet as gold Come and lick my Tootsie Roll My sugar baby once you wet
the bed and her head is Pez Best believe that I'm wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy
get a cutie, to ride my jock Me and Ma, Suburban blastin Cold Dom P, smilin, laughin Freaks all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy store
you can be livin' it up Shit I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold
be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them
tried to get a cutie, to ride my jock Me and Ma$e, Suburban blastin Cold Dom P, smilin, laughin Freaks all over, the kind I adore I felt like a kid in a candy