yawning 'cause these simple minded mortals make me sleepy So what do I do? I resort to T.V. In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster
go wit' If there's beef, I'm the butcher that will go and settle it I don't preach their rhetoric The one hates when you say he's number two Or number
Artist: Shyne Album: Boys Will Be Boys b/w Fuck 'Em 12" Song: Fuck 'Em Typed by: BiGPuN Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my dick when it'
to keep from goin insane we party just to escape no matter how much the cost regardless of what it takes you call my phone and it's off i'm tryin to numb
Benz, Benz for tha skins Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse Your songs in need
you know the fastest Computing, looting, I gets the root of things Bitches with problems, I leave ya jaw numb I slap hoes, my rap goes along With the flow of the song
gonna keep me up and turn me on Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop, Glocko Pop? Yeah, Glocko Pop, oh, I love that song, oh my God Here it is,
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle
The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song They serenade the weekend squire Who just came out to mow his lawn Another Pleasant
For words, two minutes, three years for my fingertips to grow numb. Could this be the moment when the "finally" becomes the "wish i could". Desperation
to be fucked with So who's the one used in benzo Who's the one accused, and another loosed ooh with So bigger boy numb off the juice So niggas beware
and Bey my lil sister And excuse me, but, you can't see my lil sister Number one sound across the board, hey Number one now and forevermore, hey Number
numb, I ain't a hypocrite who spit shit He never did, I'm a speak the truth whether positive or negative, Don't get me wrong, I put songs that was conscious
' show me respect 'cause I demand some I play with bullets 'bout as big as my damn thumb And I'll spit the AR handgun till my hand numb I ain't a hypocrite
clothes are a dirty shade of blue And his ancient shoes, worn through He steals from me and he lies to you Old England is dying Still he sings an Empire's song
of solitude But my mind is numb and my mouth's okay And you can listen or just walk away We tried, we cried, we fell, we lied This life's like one white
Jerusalem They didn't find the land For reasons of security They couldn't find the plans And we're left standing, watching from below No new songs,
, Pay back is here my legs are numb, I'm back, it's square one feeling dumb. The sweet things, When do they come? Have I gone deaf? What's the song?