i know the sink, and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me?" and i know what it's like to want to end it all. driving home between the lines
I can see my eyes and see your lips move close to mine. Hear your words so crystal clear with your breath in my ear. Still So far away from you, it
i know the sink and the rot got feeling "is this happening to me" and i know what it's like to want to end it all driving home between the lines in the
connections with systems belly up before i'm up and running scratching off what leaves me in the dirt ready and willing with hands that i can't stop killing
Please no fitted, *** it, I'm too pretty Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, dammit, she gorgeous
no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty Lean back and get brain, stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Beams from the sun light up the city As I roll through sidin', sittin' real pretty It's a hot summer day and I feel good So I turned up some music and
stood in your entry way That place where we used to wait For cars to carry us away Like once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home The music was
ticket stub If you sexin' learn this lesson when you wash off Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth That way when you get home no questions
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
meanwhile let's hit the market (Yeah) Sitting hot dinner on the carpet I feed you strawberries and chocolate in my apartment In my apartment, slip into your sexy garment Candle lights and music
my city Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty The (?) can get (?), stupid, I'm silly Money that come, runnin' like water Mami so hot, damn it, she
The sun goes down, you're here alone The day is hot, the night gets hotter Don'tcha quench you're thirst on the local water? Oh, no Yeah, the music'
in it heavy We knocking 40 Water, he foolish, the boy gone That's all they played was his music when I was in a group home 'Bout to go shoot some balls
out your nature Wide open like the grand canyon Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon Searching for my style like Job-Corps Coming home
of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water
of the ballroom Alone by the music She looked like a spiderweb Fresh from the war He complements her bedroom decor She crawled in there like water She
