She's got spider web hair And a skin like see through jelly With a, a porcelain stare That moves the walls of my belly But she used to have a Cherub'
em dry!" Is that what silly girls are made of? Verse Two: There has never been a dame in my entire life My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife There
my love, I've loved you before the world began Rest in me, oh my love You'll never to wander too far to reach my hand Did they not murder You? Did they
them gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my
other so well you don't have to try... you take for granted what you used to call enchanted just a while ago... ah..when does a mystery turn into history
the beauty preferred, its hard for me to be true to my girl cant be trust wit you in my world (i'm glued to the kush, ya heard?) no gas, my tanks empty
my lifes right I stand strong on my own two SO what you gonna do? I hold you In the web of my speech and mold you Into my past? cuz this verse is a looking
path pre exists in hidden codes Masonic They peep us like a web cam from the pyramid?s attic Passed from hand to hand, let?s say coincidence Or better yet, sixth sense My
gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my
peeps the outside, but God looks into me He invented me, and looks within to see my inners Used to see a sinner who sinned, but since Christ He sees a winner Enter into
it up into a turmoil Stealths wipin out every man's health Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely mommas cryin, "Oh my son, oh Lord help my daughter
sure my lifes right I stand strong on my own two SO what you gonna do? I hold you In the web of my speech and mold you Into my past? cuz this verse is
beauty preferred, its hard for me to be true to my girl cant be trust wit you in my world (i'm glued to the kush, ya heard?) no gas, my tanks empty,
em dry!" Is that what silly girls are made of? [Verse Two:] There has never been a dame in my entire life My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife There
real I used to love her but now I recover another deceased memory Sending me to another grave in my mind Taking my life, wasting my time Laying on the
so well you don't have to try... you take for granted what you used to call enchanted just a while ago... ah..when does a mystery turn into history?
