kiss me Oh darling, make me believe That I could ever give it back, Just turn my back and leave BREAKDOWN// ---- Never knew if my words Would make sense
common sense 'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea It's the gear, it
to ghetto, backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y
[Turtle Banxx] hey sis let me speak to momma who me on find besides all the drama the system took me in but then they took me under I suffer being another
with a burnt out headlight, you'll have to excuse me. when i crack wise just laugh to amuse me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead
me pouring on gasoline Don?t you dare to get in between Watch me pouring on gasoline Step back , mister , don?t make a scene Did you enjoy to invade
(d*** she make me wanna lose it) Stop Stop.Stop Stop Stop accussing.Stop Stop.Stop Stop Stop accussing. Stop Stop.Stop Stop Stop accussing(d*** she make me
., it fits me to a T It's not the people doing something real It's not the way the springtime makes you feel, no, no, no It ain't no famous name on a golden plaque That makes me ride that railroad track It
pouring belve on ya heart Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot, We
advice to you No shindig is half complete without that famous polka beat That's why they invite me, I suppose Waltzes, Strathspey's, eightsome reels, now you know how good it
expect the best from me, To make them smile and always happy. The air surrounds me with joy and love, For being a little famous, It was before, But
makes me crazy, money drives me insane Diamonds, silver, gold, and precious steel I want it all, it's mine to claim I hold my hands out, I take it all
importance Call it off beat, jagged, ragged, form the pattern The mere thought of sounding like those who you revere fills me with sadness I'm a burner
advice to you" No shindig is half complete Without that famous polka beat That's why they invite me, I suppose Waltzes, strathspeys, eights, some reels Now you know how good it
Turtle Banxx] hey sis let me speak to momma who me on find besides all the drama the system took me in but then they took me under I suffer being another
backyard to yard We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on) Precious metals round our necks and arms (yea) We tear it up y'all, bless
Money makes me crazy Money makes me insane Diamonds, silver, gold, and precious steel I want it all It's mine to claim I hold my hands out, I take it
