F-ing bell would ring Let's get ready for verse number 2 The message on the cell says she's waiting on the call for me To tell her that I'm sorry,
to the liquor sto' "Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust? Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush I'm irrate, usin your body for
sto' "gimme some mo'" like busta bus', who do you trust? Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush [xzibit] I'm i-rate, usin your body for
the liquor sto' "Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust? Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush [Xzibit] I'm i-rate, usin your body for
about taking care of business And you should know that by now You're not lost, Despite your notion Of the truth is a trendy way of life So here's more honesty for
now you've got me falling off the edge of my seat And when we lock lips or play it safe And do the mellow thing with baby steps, I'll be ready for you
powdered lips You've got a lot of nerve coming back If I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers in The story I'll tell is sure to
word you breathe is just a memory. I think your spunk is running low. Oh it won't be long now, it won't be long. It's time for something new, something
white we're going to turn your water into wine all the little ladies going crazy for a little taste, slide your purple lace down your knees believe me when i tell
like to. Love is not an option, When you've got practiaclly no self respect left at all. Of your two notches down and one to go (Thanks to Dan for these
Ironically, your side is cold and i framed up your pillow onto my wall i never thought this to be so difficult and i know how much this hurts us both
on indecisiveness - it's the only trait i don't lack, and you better not forget that along with command and control of course that's what i can tell
tales from before broken glass and writing on the walls it's just a shame it had to go one more night of ecstasy we're tearing it down for all to
This year, i fear that i'll be swept away, gone from here you see my plea for this sunken diplomacy i miss those talks and fights that kept us up all
I see you wasting away outside in the cold january always brings me to chills the thrills, and white scattered pills on the floor i think i've had
Wake up to my screaming, baby you only wish that you could see all the deadly repercussions of this dream leave it to me to get caught up i only wish
game of give and take this time i'm right, the shit has hit the fan this one is unforgivable how dare you call yourself the friend that takes the bullet for
don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down so it sounds right i'll tell you