of the world when i`m on top of you baby spend the night with me and get popular baby , po-popular baby hey and u get popular baby and like a cradle
top of the world When I'm on top of you, baby Spend the night with me And get popular baby, po-popular, baby, yeah Hey and you get popular, baby And
softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions What are we left with? A nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists Who feel it's their duty to populate
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed [Voice
hold Heels in the sand, we revealed the depths below The population of starfish exploded from the ocean Survival, we unified to focus on And the voices
on one Play no games, but on one Say my name to no one, Lisa play my lonesome Cuz I'm as hot as four suns, Popular as four nuns Kick that shit like Fee
the curtain is probably mean Deep six keeps the population down Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around Keep your head down, keep your voice
to your voice, hold on to your voice (Hold on to your voice, hold on to your voice) (Hold on to your voice, hold on to your voice) How much time is
typhoon my second wind Blow like tempest my second wind Blind by design I've gotten the hang of not resisting Who cares, who's listening Popular press
I went to punk rock high, the school of rock I got an electric guitar to compensate my small cock I got a high squeaky voice like a mouse in a can And
so clean like a brand new nina My nigga Daz (Sigel Sigel) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt naked bitches and pop collars The popular scholar, this
of money coming in so if you pay tax in the long run you can benefit yeah, i reckon its pay back and if i have to be the voice for the people then im
it try, Listen to the heavyweight beat that could never be light, I'm gonna be shining up in the sky like a bright light, I'm gonna be popular like
scene Mappin' out the future warfare schemes To sweep through the streets lethal, to meet you Delete too, editorial restrictions Cause labels need candy ass rappers so the populars
up there, we run for the bees The body over there, the body over there Everywhere I check, body jacked, body everywhere So well I, well I fuck it, two tears in the bucket Voice
disclose. It keeps us on our toes. and no one knows. She was popular in school. she was friends with all the boys But there was only one voice that
celebration Too little celebration indeed So let?s raise our voices And sing for our lives Sing for our life Let?s raise our voices Drink for our lives
pictures of carbon burned off of resources no voice of honesty worth transmitting at all the signal has no where to go ui don't feel privaledged to be
