every word you said (I hear your voice) Your voices Cool voices Warm voices It was just what I needed to (Words don't seem right) Cool voices Warm voices Your voices
Translation: Cheap Trick. Voices.
word you said. (Word you said.) Your voices. (I) Cool voices. (hear) Warm voices. (your) It was just what I needed to. (voice.) Cool voices. (Words) Warm voices. (don't) Your voices
demon so cheap and at least she peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep. Rollin' with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks
a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cause'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter
beats sinkin in it, These niggaz shook and timid bang just to bin it living probably zero and rats runnin deniro I'm sick makin em settle like cheap tricks
, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know
m back I'm the black devil And it that aint no joke What's up Who's playin that beat I'm commin' through in the back seat Cheap shots Cheap tricks
the demon so cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks
a hanging case. [Roxie Hart] Hanging? [Martin Harrison] - I'm ready to go to the jury tomorrow. [Roxie Hart] Wait a minute, what do you mean hanging
afloat And paint a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cuz'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel
a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cause'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place
vogues We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher And boy we love fucking them hoes We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues We drink cheap
then again to my fuckin self I'm losin my fuckin mind, my veins begin swellin 'kill that muthafucka!' I hear voices in my head yellin Me get caught in
quarters and the hope that no-one's home. you spraypaint cinnamon on vines and key the cars you pass by. your ears burn and your voice don't sound right
see how my meat hang When I pull up to the club I'm on the G Bone thangs While these other boys broke like a cheap chain, you weak man Afraid that
can do it, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What
a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little cuz'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter
