Baby Deleilah Sick in her skin Out on the highway Livin' for nothing but him It's the same old song again An absence she defends On and on and on forever
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Baby Deleilah Sick in her skin Out on the highway livin for nothing It's the same old song again And since she defends On the moon and on forever
her standin' right in front of me Orange blossoms crushed on concrete I walk around with bare feet, 'cuz I know you want me Can't remember anything Her
about my business since then, so anxious It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin
I'm sick of chasing after things I'd rather them chase after me Keeping up is bound to wear me down There's a million ways to skin a cat I put my choices
you borrow this This 'The Blueprint' nigga follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow B Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her
was `her'", the mocking voices said with words that sliced me open, fast and quick. "But I know it must have been, because I smelled her heated skin
'll go soft! never mix business with your sickness enemy see me flippin in the picnic with your little divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her
hell would you ask it? These faggots tried to snatch it, get their ass in a casket Ya honey love me, she admire the fashion, & I call her baby girl, just like her
figure the booty's gettin' slapped up I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
niggaz sick of eatin' It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter Chicken hawk, bird-getter, holla if you heard better I got a chick with no ass at all I fuck her
song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song Watch the band play on I'm sick
hop disco Verse 1 A club full of divas in San Francisco I asked her name, the bitch said Shirley I asked her for some pussy, she said "I like
She looked like da-da binx. Go play under the sink. (i want my mommy) I want your daddy as well, but if ya tell you'll die sick so n' god told me your
I rest my head on the tile floor Sickness and sleep turning me cold And I am still not sure Is there some better place I could be heading towards Where the selfishly sick
in the same league or the room with of the people of whom i was in every now and then i look up like i was seeking approval was it because of the pigment of my skin
There I go Thinkin' of you again You don't know how sick you make me You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach Every time I think you I puke You must just