Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made
re headin' Lincoln County Road or Armageddon Seems like I been down this way before Is there any truth in that, senor Senor, senor, do you know where she
man for a minute then repeat. Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them. Tried them, didnt work, Got impossible standards, Nothing I'ma do is
laid down She wanna rip you up Start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance To hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish
Hip hop Hip hop Is dead (Had to flip this track again, y'all) Hip, hip hop Hip hop Is dead Hip, hip hop Hip, hip hop Is dead (NYC, Dirty South) Hip
and a soup bowl You ain't gotta pay me, that's the way that I roll My chick can have what she want At Wal-Mart she can pick out anything she want I
do it like we on cable Cut out both of them phones Girl you need to be sippin champagne or that 'tron Then the headboards'll be cripping V.i.p is b-e-
the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing 'Cause I watch TV and Comcast cable
to the pop song That I'm singin', ding a lingin', funky beats ringin' Everybody's swingin' in the place As I kick the J an' easy is my style R&B mixin
you sexually advanced The truth is so boring, you gotta pretend a little The antidote's more colorful than the rainbow that end the Skittles In the quest to trap the cat, game is
clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous
the rain she Lost her first child in 74 And that lead to nervous breakdowns bicardi dark she downin it raw she can't take it she constantly cryin fallin
I mean honey wasn?t Jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here just
move your body to the pop song That I'm singing, dinga-linging, funky beats ringing Everybody's swinging in the place As I kick the J and easy is my
forgot 'cause she sucked a Player's wood for some gap socks Her name was michelle she was sabrina friend Got her loaded hit that ass of the straight gin She
Trust me those records so connected like the cable is. Check it the record, keep it Epic like the label is. They heard your beat in Germany, what can
