of your heart Goes on and on The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go With the rising of her chest
heart Goes on and on Chorus: The silence in your head Is louder than a hurricane The silence in your head Will never let you go V2 (with?) the rising of her chest
Proscrito e inadaptado Condemnado a basura y sobras Soltado de un plato y cayo en un sarten Batido con leche y grasa Nariz, orejas, labios y parapados
your rules (That's right) Good fellas, you know you can't touch us dudes Don't push us 'cause we're close to the edge We're tryin' not to lose our heads
unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad boy die old Do you think I wanna lie cold Or better yet have many shots come close to the head
't got no business in this blizzard They just kibbitz, here's five shots to visit, blaka Blowing bullet holes sizes of door knockers Three headed for my chest
fluent and I keep them tools so don?t be screwin? around uptown in this bitch like all week Young Money on the grind no off days Young Money got cheese like hog head
knees the same knees that she be prayin' on Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all ears Smokin' on that head
life round It?s like a crap game, couldn?t put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised off of oatmeal and grilled cheese If
Whippin in my jeans Shoot ya lights out im like bredick with the beam Life a game of chess, and im headed for your queen Now my stomach and my thighs Wat a head
blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, What we use her for a food stamp, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese
flossin r.i.p the mike the ice got my chest moon walkin Cabbage patchin bouncin like bankin head Pull up in the drop top ferrari on bank head Colder
money my pockets long New Orleans I got my home, And they got my back pause, No homo, no maricon, Smoking on that private grown, He put me where I belong, All about my cheese
sex is like a zane When I need a clean half Took off the latex And made me drop my refast I think it got me under Hell got me like my head back It's sumthin
I like the sound of St Petersburg bells banging in my head The night train rattle and shake and rumble through that cabin bunk bed Now Sigmund said something
El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah You know we keep it crunk around here, A-town style Getting head
