i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go of
: i'd like to smash the hands that held you down and gave you pain and erase the images that have no place in your head. fly that kite so high. let go
copin' moms Damn you and circumstance too I can't stand you You make a mockery of our struggle [? ] with plans too And I swear to god I wish you helped
lost, will I wind up in a coffin I don't know, I'm about to blow, I don't wanna take no mo' But when I bust in a rush, you better hit the flow Reality
ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
afraid to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small
to ask - for currency But you could run to me when you need me and I'll never leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
to ask, for currency But you could run to me when you need me, I'll never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang
and ask me what was the matter. I guess I kind of liked that." "Really? You're telling me you're doing all this for attention?" "No, I hate it when people look at me
then I could go real far I could I'd really work so hard And I could do it and do it and do it 'til I become a star [Chorus] Miami, London, Paris in
:37] Phyllis: You know, I'll tell you something, I find myself saying, "I'm ready," you know, and like, I slap my face when I'm saying, "I'm ready,"
fact you buying this cd is potentially feeding me (come on) (I could tell you whatever you want to hear But if I just said hello would you listen to me? I
I hold him, like he's one of my own Tell him bout me daily until his his daddy comes home I gives a fuck, if I sin for revengance, I put the face in
tell you somethin bout me, I was raised up poor And I'm my hood nobody gave a muthafuck about you ya befriend the pen. My childhood, many bitches on the
, I'll holler Pimp, telling you partner, you don't know what you're doing Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin And dig this man I
', all the flirtatious disses I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend
guided me to Tennessee (home) Take me to another place Take me to another land Make me forget all that hurts me Let me understand your plan Lord it'