Love me when I'm complex, tolerate me when I'm not Love will be the shotgun that we'll fire to scare them off I know that we ain't got much, but darling
Translation: Be Your Own PET. Love Your Shotgun.
: Love me when I'm complex, tolerate me when I'm not Love will be the shotgun that we'll fire to scare them off I know that we ain't got much, but darling
Goddamn love riot Thought you were the only lead in my pocket Although you shot up like a damn rocket Oh please fall and break your eyesockets I want your shotgun
expect it Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker, ain't no love
Before they draw, niggaz threw me to the floor Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love
sweet tea This ol' holler's got a way of makin' friends She'd never seen a glowin' field of fireflies Or the twinkle of a star in a southern sky She fell in love
names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't rap to girls on my L.P. I don't beg for pussy I love the ladies aand they love me right back
you out 'Cause I walk alone and choose the dark route Nightmares gotta be loved by some and I'm the one Ya wanna come, bring your shotgun You ever see
He gangbang and slang 'caine on the streets with a gang of bad bitches by his feet But now, that he's, locked away he can't get no love on visiting today
a fly Then she aimed at my chest with love in her eye I said, she aimed for my chest with love in her eye She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun
i love you, muah ah, yeah, yo, lot of square feet chopping speed is the minimum talk all subliminal in love with a criminal it's all coming back to the
get it together Get it together, get it together Get it together, oh Maceo Do the underdog Get on a log Do the underdog Tell me, love Get it, get it, shotgun
live shockingly I wanna drive to the edge and into the sea I wanna see how lucky Lucky can be I don't wanna ride on the shotgun side Don't wanna be
to shove, you're afraid of love Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry? Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye With shotgun
water My friend Teddy told me She's the Frenchman's daughter On this day of reckoning I'm riding shotgun with you Tangled twisted strands of love Hanging