It rained it poured It rained so hard Rained so hard all day 'Till all the boys in our school Came out to talk and play They tossed the ball Again so
February 14, you say you want to see me I'm thinking chocolate and flowers We meet for breakfast, I'm feeling restless Been getting ready for hours And
really wasn't Plus I caught you with the horny face and I loved it So I took you to the crib for some fucking Touching, hugging, lotta rubbing few hours
and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that's
Welcome to humanity This is hour 1 So here we are, it's hour 1 And it's a nightmare There's nothing left And yet it's good to be alive There's no use
him powerfully But prescience was lacking and the present was all And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted And challenging life with the abandon of a fool He squandered the hours
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Shit, lately I've been practicing my gas face 'Cause that's what
the food to take out Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour And
by the way we move Though they silently orbit, the sun, the moon, the stars Are like celestial evangelists above Who circle the earth every 24 hours
Is the actual taking off I can take a bumpy landing But the start must be soft Soft, soft, soft It must be soft Some men need your attention Every minute, every hour
end of the day For my meeting with death though it has been delayed I have run my hands over the end of his blade Though the cut wasn't fatal even though
tragic opera in my mind... And it told of a new design In which every soul is duty bound To uphold the statues of boredom therein lies The fatal flaw
Drinking blood A red delightful bloody power My fatal bite The art of the blackest hour I suck your blood An immense everlasting lust Morning grows The
Deadly medley part two That's my word It ain't safe no more, bitch Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be
'em I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished Blah, blah, I got two hours
as the Virginian Slim Then I tried once to comply With an authority that would Subsidize my wild side But at this altar was sacrificed Yes, you can laugh a femme fatale
of mystic happiness Talking of philosophy we spent many hours May awareness of yourself still survive to death? I was very happy then, listenin' to her Till a day, a fatal
off me move bitch Getcha dawgs off me move bitch Getcha dawgs off me move bitch Now put this in yo mind, keep it close behind All the fatal memorys you
