to you, it's up to you I see you standing there, a rock in your hand Before you throw that thing you need to understand That this house is made of glass
feel your powers, stun me with your lasers Your kiss is cosmic Every move is magic You're from a whole other world A different dimension You open my
be a victim Ready for abduction Boy, you're an alien Your touch so foreign It's supernatural Extraterrestrial Your so supersonic Wanna feel your powers Stun me with your lasers Your kiss is cosmic Every move is
't mind, Cause she's got her wings. I ain't the only one in love, Reputation is a bad girl; Cause she the queen of hearts. She had me open from the start
'cause she open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin
you can do it All you need is your own imagination So use it that's what it's for Go inside, for your finest inspiration Your dreams will open the door
, I know you had your fears you could let them all go. And most women are motivated so I act accordingly, But this is so refreshing that it means a little
her life was never meant to be Stuck here living someone else's dream Well, beyond your window there is so much more Even every prison has an open door
my brain All of my feelings to blame The things I'm asking they don't seem to work All them miles, of the ocean But not have you, is suffering But then loving you is
exepct me to do Im just tryin to find, find, find That sweet love of mine I'm runnin outta time Where is my runway love Searching low and high Know that
up in my sky I couldn't worry if I tried I got an open road just darin' me To pick you up and take you for a ride I got a new shine on my car Sun is
can hear that rooster crowing down the road, I felt my eyes open up real slow and I looked around making sure I hadn't checked out. Because there was an
Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe
up, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death Placin' my hands on your neck All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin
gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me? Is it too real G? Brothers
On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs If I hear another word so don't go opening your jibs 'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of
dates, set dinner plates And he didn't even touch his food? How many torn photographs I saw you taping back Tell me that you couldn't see an open door