Pickin' up the phone
Ain't an option now
I wanna use the
If ya caught up where you are
gotta find your guiding
What a mess
A phsyco nest in my brain
Nuthin'
The trick of turning bricks to gold
The lick you
Here we come
Drop the bomb
Another shot from the riot gung
Crashing
She's an angel working the back streets
With the addict and
Play with lives tonite
Shallow men waiting in the line
They could
Like a black cat whining in the alley
Like a
my weak resistance, of you're flower
got me infected, cause I
When they put you to the test
that's meant for you
Sweet talkin' jive
Still lookin' fine
She's got the reputation catcher of
Yo say you don't love me
well I don't really care
got ya share of nuthin' stukk with nuthin'
your mind idle,
The same old chase in between the seasons
To live yer
Sucha fine cool lady in ya candy sheet
Mmm lookin' pretty
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