Woorden:
Lead Sheets

turning, But I turned back the covers, And saw those sheets are dirty. [Chorus:] Even though you'll never come clean, You know it's true, Those sheets

I got plans for you Hook Me & you take one, cut cut Me & you take two, cut cut Me & you take three same scene & it's us in between the sheet oh ah Me

it but can?t hide it, so step aside It?s the nigga that makes music for the streets 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets 'Cause it

when the dead die, relief when my head's high Hear the streets up ahead cry, when the heat from the lead fly Felt the grief when I said bye, before the sheets

a way, to you, away, to you. So he dreamed away. Away. From these small streets, and to where they lead, and the holes that bleed, from where he beats me, cause of these stained sheets

night, you can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da Five-Nine I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person

blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a torch For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft Roll up my hand sheets with the force

Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead

a rap nigga say my name I'm a fight y'all Fuck a state, light charge My predicate status, irrelevant My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two