Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
Poor little rich girl, you're a bewitched girl Better be aware Laughing at danger, virtual stranger Better take care The life you lead sets all your
Your car stereo is state of the art, My ghetto-blaster is fallin' apart. But, Hey man! Your all show, You only listen to techno (echo) Scream! Your
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I like a girl with caked up makeup In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches
She left you 1958 When the thought of another fifteen years Was more than she could face But did you miss her much well hey You never gave her too much
Today you're walking in this terrible city thinkin' about all you missed in your life your house is paid and your wife is not gone and you've got a new
You say you're gonna testify Lie away, lie away So you're gonna gun me down Go ahead, fire away You say you'll bring the curtain down Turn around, walk
Why, why, why, why, why, why Why, why? Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life As I pull up at the club, sorry, that
[chorus 4x] It's time to make another million [esham] I be the insane nigga wit the migraine Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts Nigga
Uno, dos, tres, quatros........arriba! I've seen you walking down the street What's that big dog by your feet Whatever it is, it could do with a beating
All and all is one thing today One good effort made on its way To take in a love and pass on a feeling Of heart in chest slowly unpeeling Lilly can take
Yes where all the buildings work and buildings stand around and where the framework sits still bolted slightly holding to the ground and when I'm in and
He looks up at her to find she staring back At fingerless gloves, with fingernails black There's a permanent frown That's etched in her skin Designer
[Chamillionaire] Look.. My car sittin' as low as the IQ of kids on short yellow busses Comin' slow like a cripple handicap kid, on crutches Got more ice
Woven from a very pretty mouth oh yeah All across the world the skin and landscape I need to quench this thirst 'cause I'm dry oh, so dry Come on and
Away from the rivers we gather our things for tonight. apart from the ocean the smell of this worn away machine carrys her away. alone i said to myself