I hear my name. I hear the trash you're talking. In your sleep. The secrets that you're keeping. A chick this smart. Did you really think that you could keep her in the dark?.
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I wanna be a billionaire so freakin bad. Buy all of the things I never had. I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine. Smilin next to Oprah and the Queen.
Man I done seen a lot of nice tattoos out here lately. And I'm kinda stuck with it. Rock-rock it, we don't stop, stop, stop. . Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl. You are forever.
Haha. Yeahh. Straps? Bring the hook in. (Chorus]. Doctor won't you come and help me take this pain away, away away.. Ohhh. Doctor give me what I need to get me through the day the day the day.
[Travie McCoy]. . So many different flavors. So many shapes and sizes. You coming with me and you going with Iyaz. No surprises, I put it all on the table for you.
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way. I sat there for an inspiring artist. Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle. Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist.
And I can hear em talking in the hallways. (Let em keep talking). Im always late for lunch. Learning dirty little lessons from you. (So sexy). . Now my name is on the lips of.
I love it how she breathes booze in the morning. And it's so sexy how she can't remember last night. I made the fatal mistake letting her drink again.
Pillmatic, three xanies down, I'm poundin' honey browns. I'm pillmatic, the oxycontin got my stomach rotten. Pillmatic, I swear to God I'm not an addict.
I remember when I first laid eyes on you. My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, Hi. When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line. You made it clear you wasnt just another MySpace mistress.
[intro]. i'm officially going in. and refusing to come out. unless i'm bloody. let's go. . [verse 1]. i'd like to think i pride myself on being humble.
Let's go. . My first love was a chick from the sticks, named Geneva. Had to take the 88 upstate just to see her. My mama never liked her. My father didn't either.
We put the F U back in fun, serve it up with a smile. You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while. I want your ears right now, ante up, buck stops here.
She reached her hand out with a pamphlet and I politely said "No, Ma'am". I mean no disrespect and I apologize if this fucks up your program. You tell me I'm gonna burn for lying but the heat can turn water to wine.
You think you know, but you have no idea. This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia. . Now here's another broken link for anyone. Who thinks my life's together.
This is not novelty. This is nothing delicate. This is the result of your Google search. For something relevant. . Stake claim immediately. 'Cause hot products cool down.
My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts. Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks. Load in, sound check, play show, load out.
Fame, fortune, platinum records. It's every boys dream. . True story. Somebody asked me one time. Travie, you high, you look high. Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible].
Fame, fortune, platinum records. It's every boys dream. . True story. Somebody asked me one time. Travie, you high, you look high. Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible].