not starting to bore, page one [Hook] [Verse 2] Dear Anne, my number one fan I write you this letter, I hope everything's grand I hope everyone's good, I hope everyone's
hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell This here's
keeps losing the battle There?s a man there?s a man down He?s got the MO and he?s using it Don?t care if he?s hurting (yeh) There?s a man down dying
this time She likes the way he sings White demon love song's in her dreams White demon, where's your selfish kiss? White demon sorrow will arrange Let's not
He wants his kids and the dog He wants his breakfast in bed, he's got his trust fund saved Not a worry in his head, but he's not you or me I wanna break
to pass Presently she feels we?re past Cups of tea and optimistic prayers Cos out there?s our unholy
any comfort there, senor There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck And there's an iron cross still hanging from around her neck There's
wonder Do you ever Think of me anymore Do you? First off let me say congratulations Heard that you just had a baby girl If she looks anything like her mother She's
gun Both sides children die Cinnamon girl opens the book, she knows will settle all the scores Then she prays after the war that there will not be anymore
It doesn't matter anymore It's not always rainbows and butterflies It's compromise that moves us along, yeah My heart is full and my door's always open
thigh And son of a gun It's just like the one on me Tell me How was I supposed to know we were both related? Believe me, if I knew she was my cousin
give you part three of my confessions First I told you 'bout the skank that I was cheatin' with Then I mentioned she's havin' my kid That's not all,
dressed up And eatin' expensive food? She's says, "Olive Garden?" I say, "Nah, I'm not in the mood ?And Burrito King would make me gassy There's no doubt" She
your soul, no not anymore Parker Brothers, Ouija board, I covered that Adam whore Niggaz get their labels but wait, it's a recession in weight You downloadin' on all the industry's
to the top of her, when I get on top of her Soundin' like an opera, skip, jump, hop in her Got her feelin' popular, get her feelin' like she's She's
seen. Someday I'll go and call up Judy. We worked together at the factory. Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new? Say, "Nothing, what's
its move over Meryl Streep, theres new light on the cinamatic horrizon, Madonna. Oh this is not going to be so much as mud flinging as it's gonna be