Breathe pain.....lord out of my head Lay me, lay me, lay me, lay me down Fall......out of my way Sinking', I'm sinking As you stay will you ? Will you
Breathe pain.....Lord out of my head Lay me, lay me, lay me, lay me down Fall......out of my way Sinking', I'm sinking As you stay will you ? Will you
to the floor Drill holes in my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing
naked You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it For ten years I been connected to the top of this Hold your breath, kid, I'm never
You gave me this, made me give Your silver grin, still sticking it in You have soul machine, soul machine The longest kiss, peeling furniture days Drift
songs, contaminated lawns Well, we eat about fifteen times a day Starin' through a bag of Frito-lay And I play with the fire in the stove When my eyes peel
devils peel Sanitized Rippin' the surf Right down to the foul earth They bathe to the cabins Lightin' their way Through the curious pathoms Suckin' your breath
do is watch me like eyelids peeled back Everything im sayin you should know that I meant that Baby girl tell them that im fresh as a mint pack Tic Tac breath
VERSE 1: Homie Won't You Put It On Me Boy I'm Anxious And I'm Kinda Horny I Wanna Get So Close I Could Feel Your Breath So Hot That You Make Me Sweat
holes in yo back cuz you hit Goin as fast as yo engine go when you smash in the strip smokin a bag wit yo bitch chokin, gaspin for breath holdin, grabbin
Cuz at different times I release My shot cold Nigga, I'm hot Don't be tight cuz you not Just be happy I'm lettin' you breath I'm the good, I'm the bad
't But I, I'm feelin' good about myself so I, I splurge a lil' Hell I think the time has come, for me to have some fun I'm 'bout to peel back the top
tell me who's the problem at this point Me or you homes, I hope you followin' this joint Stress free, people holla day Just another me, to see another day So let the slugs breathe
game around The same thang I'm 'bout to do now put this in ya mouth International, to worldwide What you know about it? What you know about it? Banana peels
bitch 'Cause a year ago, you know, you loved the bitch Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt She gotcha looking like an old banana peel
parts when I spark nine At they head hard, lodged in they damn spine Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin' Shittin' in a bag and a breath
hallways filled with children pushin' children Fiends lips peelin', shit seems real and What's real is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels
