I know you understand I know you understand I have a love for what you do Inside a simple glance that's tied to you Wait there don't dare dismiss a feeling
carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a flickering of wings
you getting the drip Drip the little grip, I could cover the order When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little
Cakalaky Growed up eatin' Spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with bout four mo' brothers But one home for 'em and watt's no mo' covers A little
, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin' spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise sandwich Share the room with 'bout four more brothers But one home for 'em and wantin' no more covers A little
on some better shit All black barreta shit Leather coat, leather mitts I dont leave no finger prints, Eddie raw, semi clips Violence aint for little kids
t nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter up St. Lunatics- I'm the first to swing home run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings Fuck a duck,
', it's Lunatics player It ain't nothin' wrong with that, batter up I'm the first to swing Home run with that give me what you got thing, hot wings Fuck
all my peoples that passed away, to all my, to all my To to to, free sanity and wings as they cast away Sometimes I envious on peoples that passed away They so synonym, their wings
be the king But it's all right though, I got my eyes on the prize Money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes Hands around my testicles, little finger
One little, two little, three little putos Tried to jack me they got the boot, oh Taking no shit when push comes to shove 'Cause the nigga showed me no
Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct Live and direct One little two little three lil' putos Tried to jack me they got the boot-o Taking no
To really love a woman, to understand her You gotta know her deep inside Hear every thought, see every dream An' give her wings when she wants to fly
reverence for the Lord But baby, what will we do when it comes back to me and you They look a little less like little boys every day Oh, the pleasure
had me in a cross-face Chicken-wing, sickening, liver so off-base But now it's like I'm in the last lap of the car chase And I finally understand my
under his wing Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team Sometimes he even made me mad but it didn't matter 'Cause I still wanted to be like dad but a little
Uh uh, uh, uh Ayo, Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin
all be together Sippin' heavenly champagne where angels soar With golden wings at Thugs Mansion Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little
