sat on a swingset side by side Suspended from this rusted frame like puppets The beach light flickered out and died You stared at your feet as I looked at
We signed both our names and the cards were done, by acting so old we felt so young, and you licked the stamps and I lit the tree, you faked a nap and
sentence I make is a promise Holding arms up to the sky Like every breath that I'm taking is perfect We woke up to feelings Painted grass and ringing phones And a
first day, we laid eyes on each other At the office, I knew we was gon' be lovers Mark Hotel, under the covers You said I was cool and not like a lotta
at least I'm saving others if I'm losing myself Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right
man said? Bitch now un ask it I got to have it When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin'
Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant You get a chance, poppin', informing All I need is a glock and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a
always fair, and thats the thing though You can play your heart out, everyone don't get a ring though You are in the presence of a champion Bout to get
, Lacs Are Crawling, Now Hood Rats Are Calling My Stacks Is Tall and To Them Baps and Frauds But Hey Where Was You At The Other Day Never See Myself,
niggaz aint no killas you niggaz shootin in the air, and since Ben gone I'll neva play fair catch a nigga broad day, no mask, I'm bare like fuck a rap
{FM 92. 2002, you in the mid-day cruisin' fair With the fabulous, marvelous Marv, get down To Marley, Marley, shrimp shack, boogie star That was Detroit
don't fight fair Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is
Took a rich prissy bitch and played her this and made her gutta' But she made me late for suppa' and I don't eat but once a day I'm tryin' to watch my
pays It's like more, more money, more haters hate I'm in the studio from day to day It's like work, work, work they can't knock the raise A clever man
a cocaine cowboy, wait-wait Did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and
Nick Lachey Stuck a pen in Jessica's head and walked away And she blew around the room like a balloon a Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna Out the
a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and
match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love dude Lock yourself in a room Doin' five beats a day for three summers That's a different
