born 'em a lesson A demonstration of takin' it all the way home While you stuck at first base and It's like havin' relations without the penetration Basically doin' nathin' you a waste
They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin' nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound Heads boppin', never
go to waste But for you, herpes meth head anus IN YO FACE! (Shaggy 2 Dope) Mike E. Clark can make the street pound Legz Diamond all around is surround sound
we are stuck in this world We can make it if we watch it while we castin our pearls Like hands and knees, where the struggle we face The struggle we taste, a waste
sue still go to school Falling asleep and it ain't too cool Time and day stuck in the rain At every concert the bus leaves early We're just wasting time
is time that you learned there is no turning back, All your airs and graces should vacate their places for the qualities you lack. Though empty vessels made most sound
get down and don't look up Nigga give me all your money and your jewels 'cause you're stuck? I said, ?What?? fightin' back hit my mind But it's a waste
Mobb, yeah, you were sick Lunatic nigga, jump up or got hit With max and teks and silencers spit Shots whiz past your earlobe and shit That's the sound
a fool bitch We take situations fo, we don't play no games bitch We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shit We on another level you stuck on
Got my back against the wall Try to scream, there's no sound at all I'm stuck with nowhere to turn But I'm trying Trying hard not to be the one Left
Going around in circles. (Pre-hook) (Take me away) To another place where, (Far, far away) We living in a nightmare, (There?s no other way) Stuck in
, rock, roller skate Hey sexy Mama, there's no time to waste It's time to bounce, rock, roller skate Bounce, rock, roller skate Grab your partner, roll around And feel the sound
wonder. Not alotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid whore Swallowing your sister's nightstand might cover up the clogging pores The sound
themselves But your words ran out of ink And your fingers lost the chords You lay around so bored And you hit the bar at two And you waste your time
happiness inside of what I had I studied my mother, I digested her pain And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same Travel like sound across
to find happiness inside of what I had I studied my mother I digested her pain And vowed no woman on my path would have to walk the same Travel like sound
Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
suburbs are coming down Discontent and this punk rock sound The suburbs are coming down Tear it all to the fucking ground Stuck in our restrictive bonds