All that we ever do it play in the sheets sheets sheeeeeetss Smoke us a cigarette and go back to sleep sleep sleeeeeep 'Cuz we done got her, sexual eruption sexual eruption x 3
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe! See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes
mental note to self To dig a deeper wishing well next year Still, you are the only thing I fear You give me chills (x3) Sentimental waking up or sleeping
Sound from shaped hollows The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion A man that cries in his sleep A truth that has gone out of fashion
hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back when we were young and we were friends Now I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes
it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) I'm on the roof, it's 5 a.m. I guess I couldn't sleep And I see this spinning light that
You're a candle when the streets grow cold I can hear a cricket in your fifth floor apartment It's 3 am Back home he'd put me to sleep But he's fighting
anderson (kanderso@wheatonma.edu) for chords, he writes: For the basic intro, verse, chorus riff play em at fret 7 Then pull off fingers 2, 3, and 4:
the side street movin' single file She say... That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon Oh, St. Teresa
we ever do it play in the sheets sheets shee----tss Smoke us a cigarette and go back to sleep sleep slee---p 'Cuz we done got her, sexual eruption sexual eruption x 3
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these Murders and felonies keep you company ("yeah!") [convict 3
I got a dream a long time ago Visions of my life Terrible deeds I saw in that night violence crime and lies! [Bridge 3:] Cold sweat is flowing slowly
Yeah Just want you to see things like how I see em You know This's for all my niggas out there Check it out Bottom bunk, sleepin in a 2 man cell C.O.
in ya mans jeep I bet you Nicki won't sleep Cause I'm a put the heat to ya beak, you'll bird like TWEET TWEET And watch you smoke like a cigarette Shoulda
sleep A truth that has gone out of fashion A mode of expression A paint splattered wall A carton of cigarettes A bouquet of corpses A dying forest A nurtured
a free from likkle pickney days inna school clothes When me shoes d tear out u cuda see a few toes Me house pack and leaking d house hot we sleepin,
is the gang thang Can't hang with us gorillas, main, you just an orangutan Sly and Bullet Loco gone bring these killers PAIN! [Verse 3: Sly Boogy] Right
all amp the sound like pevey like dela said its so easy its so easy to pack this trains smoking in the back like I have 3 cigarettes and one match its