Texty:
Say Anything All Choked Up

practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them

of practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them

blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up And me all we had to do was boot em up He got the buck now who the fuck want it? I can't see it happen,

If I only could I'd set the world on fire (x3) Say fuck the world FUCK THE WORLD! Fuck 'em all FUCK 'EM ALL Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us Fuck Tom, fuck

all For the sci-fi mat, more religious superstitious Politicious and all the listeners With us this shit be cold as Christmas So put your head to the sky say

circulation, and we be wastin' time Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes It's all good times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin' people and credit card fraud Were tearin' up

And the kids say Watch your man, I think he's faking the band Y'all will either run the world or destroy it while holding hands Architect, terrible vet

started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up

that we caught It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught And the streets is a motherfucker But I be growin' up like another sucker I say