cross In this Crimson Tide t-shirt and throw ya It's cicadas making noise With the southern voice Jesus is my friend America is my home Sweet iced tea
a kin himteeth Dem have fi cova d body wid a lining sheet Like bubble gum me kill him sweet Me sen informa 6 friggin feet Aka full o melody singing sweet
And this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya It's cicadas making noise With the Southern voice Jesus is my friend, America is my home Sweet iced tea and Jerry
it is, I'm sorry. Give me no Grey Goose, Gator Skin, White Marley's, thinkin' bout all that, Ruthless can keep the job. Bungalo, Bright and Swole, (Sweet Jesus
you, sweet insomniac. (Michael) Well could I have someone to love? (Angels) You can (Michael) Can I send her away? (Angels) We have written it down. (Michael
two things I know for sure, She was sent here from heaven, And she's daddy's little girl. As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, She talks to jesus
Away in a manger No crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looking down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little lord jesus laid down is sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where he lay The little lord jesus
one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name puttin black eyes in the game like mascara Diabetic MC's must think shit is sweet these venomous
the horrorcore show... muthafucka [Chorus - Prozak (Bizarre)] I'm psycho, psycho, psycho (I'm a psycho) Like Freddy, Jason, Michael (I'm Michael, bitch
kin himteeth Dem have fi cova d body wid a lining sheet Like bubble gum me kill him sweet Me sen informa 6 friggin feet Aka full o melody singing sweet
