days that we all hold on to. reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain, All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main, An unwrapped gift from me
So sold out How dear you are How on earth did you come to live as a clown Close Closed down And here you are Sun and then the shade Sun eclipsed to
were ringing through my heart, and tearing open wounds apart, like spanning lifetimes spent within, its not what i wanted, sleep isnt very far from now, a gift
Always turning out for the worst, you were always my most consistent curse. Now I hope this gets you kind of heated, or stings a little if you even
a final slow dance through the days that we all hold on to. Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you. All
the drive-in In the old man's Ford Behind the bushes 'Til I'm screamin' for more More, more Down the basement Lock the cellar door And baby Talk dirty to me And baby Talk
I need When your body talks I got the one thing you want Get it all night long You got the one thing I need When your body talks I hear it talking
forgot my hewey, dewey, lewie. Wedding green lam we call it watermelan, I call him SB he call me nicki tellem im badder then a felon, he generous like Ellen. aint talking
like that 'Cause, I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted Never boosted, never shoplifted Forget get the cash, the money ain't nuthin' 'Cause everythin' I talk
r-rahim, Al hamdu lillaahi rabiil'alamin (Oooohh) We gettin' arab money (haha), We gettin' arab money Busta rhymes verse you can talk about your money
blast through the speakers With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
lil niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked
laugh That should be me, this is so sad That should be me, that should be me That should be me feeling your kiss That should be me buying you gifts
creates weak rhymes You ain't never kicked knowledge one time Just livin' on your own dick, that's a crime Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin
as the needle drops into the groove So get up and dance to the gift I'm giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm The rhythm (Talking about
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong You been putting up with my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the
yet No need ta introduce myself ,I let my money do the Greeting so conceited ,that if she ain't worth talking to then Im not speakin [
