She said I love you but it was lie's again Just like when she told you You'd be together to the very end You wanted so bad with all your heart and soul
Now as the lights dim down I close my eyes yet somehow still feel pain Your drugs sedated me and now I fear here we go again Everything starts to spin
So please don't waste your time Well oh no you can leave you can leave Because you ain't a fucking friend of mine Well it's gone there ain't nothing
Not feeling too strong but now it's time to move on and forget about you Because the life that you're leading's left so many bleeding it's true Since
You're covered in you're expensive cloth now But my world always see's right through you Oh you put on a plastic smile for your clients A few more grams
You rip off all your friends yet still you sleep at night You're lower than the shit on my boot alright No wonder you've got no friends And no-one to
Don't you say That we're living free with liberties Wasting time lost in your web of foolish dreams Don't tell me how I should live cowering in fear
Covered eyes withholding a sly grin She folds me down and sorts amongst the sin She need's you're soul to win Red devil, red devil, red devil, red devil
Alone a man waits for no-one Desires nothing once again Lord why I cried out in salvation But as if by plan the God I knew was dead Oh no here I am
minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray?s to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on hotel
' feds, law enforcement, and police Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they soul Treat'cha like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold! 9-karat 44's, and Calicos
high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks. B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D
minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys the focus, ashtray's to the top a hundred roaches Pretty head on hotel
D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks. B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the
his women Drove a big long Cadillac limousine Kept a big fine fancy townhouse in Dallas And a hotel suite in New Orleans Carried a switchblade knife in his left hip pocket And a 44
cell, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit Put a
by Nanci Griffith He owned a hotel on Jersey shore She made her living seeing the sailors door to door He was a small Hawaiian with a crooked smile But
