Alliances have been made in alleyways All across the nation These boys live off the milk of a silver jet And the love of sweet young women Now the Pythons
da musta runned over a skunk Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'm a stop sendin' 'em, women are caught in webs,
village Dreadful yawns Pronouncing gross diversion As the label for the dog Oh "It's the madness in his eyes" As he breaks the night to cry: "It's really
too full to try So he stands up and laughs And he zip up his fly In the port of Amsterdam You can see sailors dance Paunches bursting their pants Grinding women
another lost in the pack? We for shack ship, you know laugh it off Years just blow by My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus I cry a lot
can have me leashed Around your microphone cords" Somethin 'bout her lit me up like july And with them onions in the pants I couldn't help but cry Seemed
every door tell the women not to cry... White sails... White sails... Mast runing high, run and knock in every door tell the women not to cry... Here
other is travel One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor till His wife gets home Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women Growing stones
me Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me [Verse 1: Drake] I got car money, fresh start money I want Saudi money, I want art money I want women to cry
ya stereo Plus my girlfriend booty round like the merry go B-tches like where he at, they be like there he go And this verse deserve a burial Don't cry
Anxious nights give way to daylight She don't cry and she don't complain To honor, cherish, protect and keep you She took your problems and took your
stay at home; this is a quest of true men Farewell, should we never see again Weeping women waving at the pier When the sky starts to cry But neither