boy, me and the boy, We walked for miles through stormy weather, Hand in hand, we roamed the land, And held the gleaming heart together. Chorus. Then the boy, the bitter boy
Darling black-hearted boy, all the color's gone out of my ribbon loom as I've only got the worst to assume. Take your sheet metal sheers; cut a slit
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh Soul Radio (P-p-please don't go away) I don't want you to go Can
to know homie just kill the charm You ain't interested in me you just tryna f-ck my mum We are the voices of our parents bad choices The aftermath of divorces The kids of bitter
that Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks No matter what, we gotta come strapped with out gats We don?t want to but ya?ll make us act like that Picture a thousand Bad Boy
Chelsea Spears, me and Puff taking flicks. No matter what, e gotta come strapped with out gats. We don't want to but ya'll make us act like that. Picture a thousand Bad Boy
if you dolled up, I got the voodoo for you bitches Yeah, I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two niggas, boy I stunt double
in these tears I cry Since you left without a warning I face the dawn with sleepless eyes No, I can't go on When clouds are pushin' down on me, boy I
childhood Big chain monsta, whip game bonkas Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter
'll only call you a crazy fool Pay no mind to what they say When they're 'bitter they talk that way I seen a young boy on the run And I seen other children
apple how I get it though I'll be on the phone with a bitch that you will never know So you can son me never, I don't get bitter I just get better And
Poor old Grandad I laughed at all his words I thought he was a bitter man He spoke of women's ways They'll trap you then they use you before you even
that be told My old homeboy was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold I said '3', It's all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and
Roger Moore I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you, I was trouble You know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy He's in a place
Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself but these are the breaks And it never be the same again, 'cause of old boy But oh boy
Your wrinkled eyes betray the joy with which you smile I care to see my reason, I care to put your life in mine Lookin' at life from the perspective of a boy
fields And the people kneel And the men they toil Yet not for their own And the children are hungry And the wheel groans There before a grass hut A young boy
