I bet you could not walk where I ran tell the competition catch me if you can I said I bet you cant walk where I ran tell the competition catch me if you can
better flip her like a somersault, Snoopy never played a role for which he wasn't built for, Never called somebody friend that I wouldn't kill for, I
got more bars than a f-cking penitentiary, every since elementary, blueberry kush, I call it fruit roll up, and when I wake up I be baking like soda,
, got more bars than a fucking penitentiary, every since elementary, blueberry kush, I call it fruit roll up, and when I wake up I be baking like soda
cry Together we cry Jenny was a poor girl living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen She was hoping for a better world for
I read Glamour and the Guardian I like flowers and I'm hardy and I take cocaine I don't give a fuck about her, I want your name I can get fucked like
go softly softly when i have a tat Ratchet in the right hand They got the one to stab it at Take a walk billy, don't be a hero Efforts are minimal they
go on a spree And not she Gee- I know someone would be my hero If that someone were To go invite her... Boq: Well, maybe I could invite her! Galinda
be so hard But they turned her into a princess and they sat her on a throne But she turned her back her on stardom Because she wanted to be alone Well
yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I tried it, I tried it I've seen it and I bought it all, ooh yeah I tried it, I tried it I've seen it and I bought
got hash tar resins Engineer **** up, laughing all reckless I'm like, "Shutup, Gilla house got this" Arms grew longer for my short pockets Stop it? I wish, I can I'm trying to be
a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme For a million crying corpses in their tragedy, of respectable existence Tell me, can you imagine, for a
glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection, she craves a direction Her heroes offer her Everyone's looking for
a magnum the worlds deadliest handgun I've been around son I'm the quiet type I'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like
for Martha hard; as only a middle-aged man can fall for a beautiful heartless young girl. Believe me. It's the truth. He's headed for trouble (I Gotta Be
Teardrops and closed caskets Will I forever be alone? (Teardrops and closed caskets) (Bury you dead and look ahead) (A man with no feelings) (Teardrops and closed caskets) Will I forever be
bitch in my beach house No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool And be the lead story on the nigga news Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover I?d rather