Motherfucker, I said gimme the message} {It's from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time
There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other
Summer evening, I walk past the windows Baby crying, someone's cooking dinner There's laughter on the TV, someone's learning the violin How at home,
you There is no thought There is no place or time Without you Without you Boy now Tell me, what in the world would I do? You are my song You are my melody Sweet violins
solar eclipse Big sky iris Divided by the cutest nose in existence Violet misted horizons and mystic islands in the distance Just to sit in silence With water rippled fingertips to violin
A summer evening; I walk past the window, Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner; There's laughter on the TV Someone's learning the violin. How at
There were no violins There were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite And you were my only girl We held each other
said gimme the message! It's from Willie, in the slam. Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up. Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time
everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything it hurts everything it hurts His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on a summer afternoon
dimes with the fine waistlines My lean is similar to Michael Jordan dunkin' baselines You get the fibula? E.S. and Ap throwin' bombs like Esiason We turn heads like a violin
what was said you're heart was never there Every time we played the game I thought that I would go insane My feelings never counted You played me like a violin
: A summer evening; I walk past the window, Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner; There's laughter on the TV Someone's learning the violin. How