Never liked you, why slice you Do ass, or I wipe you off the map, all that shit you talkin? Yo relax Just a act, what you tryin to win a Oscar? For the
Down on the Farm, They All Ask for You, Down on the Farm, They All Ask for You, Down on the Farm, They All Ask for You, The Cows Ass(k), The Pigs
give it all for you I'd give it all for you by my side once more Oh, I'd give it all for you I'd give it all to hold you again To feel I'm completed
Till I broke my fall On a jagged shoal For you! ooh, ooh, ooh, ahh! All for you All for you All for you All for you There's nothing that I Wouldn
them elements If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya What the fuck you think its time
'ma sing it for you I just wanna sing, can I, sing you a song I bet you'll love it I just wanna sing, I-I ain't askin' for much I just wanna sing, can
Like Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, you can't do this, man, You don't mean nothing to us, you never knew us You can't see Daz, I got my life on it (straight
they spittin' you know what I'm sayin'? You know, on Cd's you don't see 'em in the thug market, you don't see 'em in the hood, you don't see 'em in the
my impulse Honesty should be the best policy but it's not that simple Have you ever had the sky inject a cloud into your lymph nodes So all you see is
They say that one little lie turns into another. Then you go and cheat By the time you know it, you all wrapped up in a whole bunch of seaweed You should
again, you know Get up man, real talk in New York for u man Ooh, (fabolous) Its all eyes on me like mister straw So they wanna fuck you right in the
the motion of life Thought you would have been the sister I chose for my wife Not knowin' you was trife Stiflin' a nigga's growth All you wanna do is
gotta keep me a beauty queen, how do you stuff all that booty up in them jeans, now i mean i gotta keep me a beauty queen, how do you stuff all that
you can pretend ... but any for good times i burn you minds like the ... opinion and i put on for my city detroit ...on tequila you'll be keep you whiskey
Movie: Cursed Artist: MBD Song: Let Me Out You're holy, not so holy, turning slowly, turning out. You're hateful, very hateful, so unfaithful,
you's a ho But that ain't what the lord God made you to be I need you to see you're black and you're free Chorus Chorus Chorus
Soundtrack Outside the sidelines failing, harder than the martyred stars of made-for-TV crime Indoor living in a cardboard confines counts for very
eyes. And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me; Let me enfold you." Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you. Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you
