the trees Today Leave good for great Leave sleep for late Leave good for great Leave sleep for late Leave good for great Leave sleep for late Leave good
trip Here on a whim Into what's going on through the dawn Out here on the peer I'm out here to win Where the rollercoasters roll And the Ferris wheels spin The good
of being bored I'm through with the headaches at night And my hands they tremble like earthquakes Under the table under the daytime sky Good fucking bye Good fucking bye Good
light?s gone It?s like singing along to your favorite song It never gets old with you Baby you?re good news, you?re good news Baby you're good news, you're good
she speaks again its a brick i'll throw don't you know her voice will make you want to hang yourself but something makes you want to stay looking good is all that matters
good things remain While the world outside my window goes insane You're here to remind me, a few good things remain You're here to remind me, a few good
blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte
Is there a prince in this fable For a small town girl like me? The good ones are gone or not able And Matt Damon's not meant for me Damon's not meant
have ya seen the bad side of a Gemini? it isnt really that vibe between him and I. Nigga die, bye, 'til I rise to the occasion. Determined that I make it, no matte
at The Gavin, I was very lucky To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley Got him on respiration, that's pre-Badu Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt
if hip hop did a Scream Audi Coupe, looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic My ride is matte black, my pride
makes perfect is what they say But no matter what I do I seem to make The same mistakes that I'm tryin' not to Yo Matt, remember Catherine? She talked
crown [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [Big] One two.. one two.. one two.. [Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt Ready to
crown [scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [big] one two.. one two.. one two.. [scoob] brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie, matt Ready to get
She's set to go, she knows she's looking good She's got the dress, the boots, the attitude You're out the door, there's something in the air You know
is in his face and I tell him I understand perfectly And he grabs my shirt and I grab his face with my hand So he brings his fist up and twats me a good
little christine Matt was in a state when I saw him later on Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none "i'm gonna fix him good", said matt
go I know it sucks that daddy's dumb But try to think of what you want You got to open up your Open up your, open up your Open up your throat Matt