fucking hurt The many tears I cry, understanding me I tryed Then my cousin came to me and said coz go to work Now I'm grinding My timing, perfect, pick
because I can't feel this Sick and tired and it's all the same Same shit, different day, all day, every day Wish you were perfect Well welcome to your fifteen
I hear Is the sound of someone stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen fame filled
people player hate, when I'm feelin' kinda down, overlooked and overweight. I roll back my eyes, clear my mind and proceed, paint a picture-perfect
only noise I hear Is the sound of someone stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen
only noise I hear Is the sound of people stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen
with taggers for television (Click!), gattaca days, attica paper scattered, diagonal mahogony boggled the train savage, to boxed the botanically inclined child slave labor, blades clipped the perfect
sick Bridget's all wrapped up in foil You wonder if she can uncoil Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea girls Here's room one fifteen
he's resting, leave the message Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this That
I walk through your forgotten reign An anient central nation Taken under the hand When she used to know him To form a perfect relation waits on gods
When I was fifteen years old Straight dope game I was told I went from selling pennies of the riders dank, ah (Riders dank, ah) Timin' ass think of slangin
plan to pull The perfect crime I got the perfect crime I got a warehouse down at the docks I got fifteen precincts of cops bought The perfect crime I got the perfect
We've just played fifteen minutes of commercial free music Of course you're listening to WRMS FM And we play nothing but De La slow music We're comin
five colt firearm, Remington sixteen guage shot gun Two of them ultra-light machine bombers, AR fifteen and Tommy guns Ready to run into bumbles Rushin
Down in Mississippi It's a perfect time of year To break out the jumper cables And try to crank this ol' John Deere Well, I can't wait to fire it up
be So don't give it up, don't give it up It's so easy to find a man But it ain't easy to find real love She's been searching all of fifteen years And
But some of them mean everything I met her at nine fifteen on my buddy's back porch Shooting bottle rockets on July fourth We were both nineteen and she was a perfect
the old clock's face And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled It was nine-fifteen all around the world Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit As
