Can we pretend for one second that we are together What's the point of keeping my feelings at bay It takes a lot of me to get the nerve To wake up, everyday
I?m drunk off your kiss For another night in a row This is becoming too routine for me But I did not mean to lead you on And it?s all right to pretend
Sick tape, volume two! Believe it! Hoh! Hoh! Let me switch up the game On the flo' I fall back Step back ?cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep
People talkin' tryin' to break us up Why won't they let us be Bricks and stones may break my bones But talk don't bother me People talkin' tryin' to break
I'm awfully tired of the same old business Kiss the babies, make 'em cry I'm only lookin' for one good woman Cross my heart and hope to die Stick a needle
Riding down the road in a nickel black Cadillac Reckon tomorrow, I don't want my money back If I roll then I roll, yeah, I roll down the road I rolled
I could sing you 'round a pole I could talk you up a tree But when it comes to what really matters You are way more clever than me I know I wanted to
Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear
Bruce r. hornsby I'm driving down the highway Headed to the range Gonna knock 'em out stong But I'm feeling no pain Got an old brown bag Big stick
You all know about sixty-nine Burnin' bones and bedside time Once again we meet tonight Get that touch of a magical light We're gonna hit it, we're gonna
I know I am a legend 'cos I've seen my name Slandered on a dirty subway wall Sticks and stones may break my bones but names don't hurt Names can't hurt
Spoon fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I won't say a
You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention I'm not one to
Come on make this last Just 'til morning comes and we'll pick up the pieces One by one Tomorrows just another day And this life's just to far away To
Roll out the barrel bring in the beer hell bent for leather rousing good cheer don't let your best friend down he wouldn't like it to be done don't be
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I've been waiting for a good day I've been holding back long enough I've been hurting to tell you some things It's not the falling of the temperature
I'm cracked from my head down to my spine Ready to self destruct at any time And I'm trying to convince myself that the way I feel is all I have It could