remember what notes to play, I don't remember the words I sing Was it a good show if you can't remember a thing? Who sharpied 'slut' on my forehead
Fuck 5-star chick, got a porn-star bitch Ridin' shotgun wit' me, gettin' so wet Now she goin' down on me, givin' road head, bustin' on her forehead Then
gotta do to have some fun with you shut your mouth put your lips on me i'm still waiting for you to notice me should i write it on my forehead do you
own medicine let em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didnt this is so bad, better stick your nose to your forehead
medicine let em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memp by now but in case you didn't Ima stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead
wit' a whore Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash And its accidentally
dead It's never been said But I said precedents and the standards And they can't stand it My name should've been bastard The shit should've been plastered On my forehead
medicine Let 'em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't This dick is so fat, gonna stick your nose to forehead
get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now, But in case you didnt Imma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead
Open my eyes first thing I see / Your lovely smile smiling at me / Kiss my forehead up out of bed / Off to start your day here in bed I stay / Thinking
to me It always ends up NOT GOOD This why I know this can't be good" -Verse- Open my eyes first thing I see Your lovely smile smiling at me Kiss my forehead
Open my eyes first thing I see Your lovely smile smiling at me Kiss my forehead up out of bed Off to start your day, here in bed I stay Thinking 'bout
man, and stare straight into his momma eyes And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up You shot him in the forehead
comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead
me that the sweat in the forehead feels It tell me that one feels, tell me if you have a feeling It tell me that the sweat in the forehead feels (Chorus
mad noise, a bad boy When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I'm puttin' red dots On niggaz foreheads
nigga better think that was it We everywhere, beithc Like the air you breathe Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead