I wish I could escape to never neverland Some secret faraway place that I?ll be better there Living without you I wish I could escape to never neverland Some secret
] There must of been a gust of wind cause you change your mind everytime it blows and you just changed it a motherf-ckin again you just said you just wanted some
gonna hear me when I shout A couple of cocktails will send me to jail There's a couple of cops hot on my trail But this time, when I get pulled over There
past your work You'll see other guys are jerks Much like pheromones for flies You will not avoid my eyes There's a lot I will never do Some fantastic
there's a darkness on the edge of town There's a darkness on the edge of town Everybody's got a secret sonny Yeah, something that they just can't face Some
to be my lover, boy You've got to take control 'Coz I can see you want me I can feel it in my soul Your desire ain't no secret, come What are you trying
road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news flash, 'Bis and G Rap All punch bullets are
face (face) 'Cause there's no emotion ('motion) and there's no elation ('lation) Then he realizes the reaper of the show he facin (facin) Secret words
yo, yo Winds turn colder, Killah Priest soldiers Wait for me yo, steamrollers Whasup motherfucker quit pushin' me up Right there, there, it's over, damn he's right there
margerin, I'm butter Yes like Bel-Air Common Sense: Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time It's time for some perculator I circulate around
get the punani But you just wanna rock me, oh, check it So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and broom, broom, broom Because I gotta, gotta get some
, see that fly sh-t I've been on all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off thats game b-tch aint sh-t nudies? and some J six where I'm from it
give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin' Don Periogne, Shawn Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there
childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me There are no words
shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you in some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying
true It goes deep inside of you These secret garden beams Change my life so it seems A fall breeze blows outside I don't break stride Thoughts are warm
, then I be off, do mine, ski off And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off Unless there's some princesses on the wrist Or some chrome on the