I have a secret place inside my mind, where I keep hidden inspiration you will find. And when my petty anger goes to my head, you'll find I'm better
One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. So hit me with music
She takes her time when it's time to get ready. Always has her way. Always leaves me waiting by the phone. She told me more than once to take it slow
So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar But fiesta on the mike and will surely take you far You made that drop on the 24 tracks We mix it all down
my head burst, I head out to your car And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far I say uh, headlights and uh second gear I run the road of
When you grab a hold of me You tell me that I'll never be set free I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night. Two pints of booze Tell me
[with Gwen Stefani] [Gwen] Every day I love him a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more. Every day I love him just a little bit more,
's about comin' up and stayin' on top And screamin' 1-8-7 on a mother fuckin' cop It's ain't in the paper, it's on the wall National guard Smoke from
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your second hand smoke Baby let me breath Couldn't see we were going down this road I'm wishing I never met ya Stuck in the second hand smoke Just can
get got And never get a chance to bust shot Curled up in a knot then forgot on the spot Then I'm on the run wit a gun smoking hot All around the world
it up) C'MON! Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get
that bitch look better red Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg Muhfuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic start I could hand
just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I pull my gun, you die No second try I
make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second
me to follow again) now that im finally free (ohhhh finally free) im about to do it again (do it all again) i take my life with my hands (i take my life with my hands
Went down last night to take a look around Met little Sadie and I blew her down Went right home, went to bed Forty-four colt smokes under my head And
Cinderella man, Cinderella man Cinderella man, Cinderella man Smash an hour glass, grab the sand, take his hands and cuff 'em Spin around to freeze the clock, take the hands