Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
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Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
I know that I must be high so that I can function
young man dont you know, drugs impurify your mind
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder
Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
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Originally Posted by bluntblaze
What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone
My momma talkin' to me tryin' to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy he disowned me cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach he done kicked me off the team
For wearing high heeled sneakers and acting like a queen
" yesterday it was my birthday, i hung one more year on the line, i should be depressed my life's a mess but i'm havin a good time"
Underground overground wombleing free
The wombles of wimbledon common are we,
making good use of the things that we find.
Things that the every day folks leave behind.
NCM
Trouble's win in this town,
Trouble's dont turn upside-down,
ohh - they shit on the last bit of fun
Theres sin all around,
Lovers cannot let down,
and the winter wears and tears
our bones.
I make MC's do angel dust
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump
I don't know why I get high
I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry
Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hits the metal
Pinocchio you know son is Jepetio, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch