make it it?s proabably better anyhow so if you gotta go if theres anything I should know if the spotlight makes you nervous if you looking for a purpose
the seat of sweet music's throne . . . to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music . . . music . . . You have come here, for one purpose, and
the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on, but
tonight, I've also got a scheme To hear nice things, like I wan' get between them jeans And then I'ma send you home, ain't nothing but wedding dreams
Relationships, With Me And I Told Her I Dont Like Ships Why? Bcuz Dey Make Me Sea Sick Im Sorry Girl I Cant Be Yo Man Pinky Rings Not Wedding Bands
than I do in college I'm a cold piece of (?) - slide through the park and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposes
Don't Like When I'm With Other Women Good Man You Deserve It Right Now I'm Feelin Worthless I don't Mean To Make Ya Sad I don't Do It On Purpose And We
home town Accident'ly, you met him one ev'ning And you say it was love at first sight Accident'ly on purpose you're marryin' Accident'ly on purpose,
day. It's seems a waste. Can we go on it, into your place? (Quick is the passing daylight.) In this bed for you, what is left of me. Is it on purpose
She wore her wedding dress to the funeral She said the dead don't rest for the beautiful As she pulled her groom out from the ground She gives him one
scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish We murkers with no purpose
of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her wedding ring on,
Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn! [Redman:] Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla) Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town You'll get drug nigga like wedding gowns