I wanna let you know That I don't care at all Oh baby don't you know That I don't care for Suck ups Fuck ups Who don't stand up Just like a hick up I
I'm on my way, I need it now. Last call for alcohol. My limitation, my only sin. Last call for alcohol. I don't want to crash and burn, And I never
Don?t talk about moonshine; Don?t talk about white wine. I?m drawing a fine line, Sick, twisted, strange kind. I stick my tongue out, Feel stupid Don
You want some time alone But I don't think I'll be that strong I need to know How much How long Where do I belong How much How long Run to your mama
You wanna now about sadistic girls? The way they walk the way they talk. Wanna now sadistic girls. Spend some time with me. Can't stop now, 'cause she
One way out, Too late to lie. I'll give you three steps, Time to shine For the last time I've to told you to split. Split your lip. Come see the beauty
Can not remember last night No Think I behaved like an asshole But she told me I was nice though Two stars tattooed on her body That I know Talk Give
I hate it when you touch me All your jealousy You don't really know me Damn I need something new I'm sick of being your tool Not my fantasy I'm not your
Get a little sentemetal when I fall I get a little to much when you push me to far Don't you be sad but I'm the best that you have It hurts a little
way out, Too late to lie. I'll give you three steps, Time to shine For the last time I've to told you to split. Split your lip. Come see the beauty in
delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split
and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know post just outside Area 51 contemplating the whole chosen people thing when just then a flaming, stealth banana split
Yeah So you want drama, huh? We can do this Well, well, well, well, well I heard you've been poppin' lip, talking slick If you want it, you can get it
between One day I'll construct a satellite And I'll name it after you 'Cause you were the greatest friend of all Except for when you split my lip in
in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight
insect movements vary It's kinky if it's hair, G, where I'm from The fire hoses blow, it's purple wind and snow I do a hit and go, split It's hip, what
with sick spit, the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick, tick, then you testin' My saliva and spit can split
late night mothers Hover board kick flips land it a little to the left As you can bet every result was a split lip Skipped school make shortcuts Act