?m lost for words that I never liked But I want to use my Abandoned words which is strange for me Stretched out like elastic bands I?m lost for words
Traduction: Squeeze. Lost For Words.
the cock to the squeeze (keep me like this) Ghetto F-A-B (keep it like this) [Jadakiss] Yeah, ay yo never get caught holdin a gram Never take a bitch word
something your words cannot note: which leaves your ghost blowing up globes tying them off with an x axis c-clamp and setting them down for 7 days
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for
ll show each Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit Word is bond checkin me out Hey what you talkin about You lost
hand and we'll pick my plantation Of Daisies for a bouquet of Soul Life will begin at the cut of a rim Take it as filled to the rim as in brim Squeeze
light Free slaves running Songs words werent right Now a new days coming The few stay stunning while the many are handsome Your soul is alive but they want it for
borrowed From my friends, who once admired Now they all have lost respect for me Feed me the words to explain this urge With pressure and squeeze, from
words by jason mraz & ariel quirolo music by jason mraz Running to catch up again, jumping higher and flying more often than not Your trampoline has
the street never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck sittin' in the county for summers if
they're ass reboot 'em like laptops And they wouldn't even box if i gave 'em a flat top You punks pucker and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words
your friend the bouquet Somethin in the back of my head say For us two, maybe cuz I love you Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we together it's heaven for
on her ass and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin for words I found none,
my head say For us two, maybe cuz I love you Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you Won't stop
babes aloft Threw marsh mellows at the Security And said that I'd grown soft Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion, But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me For
