Light it up, make a wish and them angels will grant you Impatient once tried but in those angels and bamboo They lit it up, puff, puff, hit it up, puff
me girl My angel why do we fight so much? If you can't decide right now Do you need some time? Do you miss the way we used to kiss? The way we used to
She wanted me to break her fall She used me like a razor-blade To cut the ties that bind Freed herself from daddy's world Got tangled up in mine It
Her second cousin was my third grade teacher I used to cut her grandma's grass Back then she was nothin' but knees and elbows Golly did she grow up fast
call please hang up, hang up Please hang up, hang up, please hang up, hang up Please hang up, hang up, please hang up, hang up Please hang up, hang up please hang up
Alright cut, fade to black Now bring it up and let me kick the facts And I'm gonna do you like you wanna I'm gonna do you like you wanna I'm gonna do
do hit high notes like Mariah, boy. Yeah, I keep my angel low|Angelou like Maya boy, then I pull it out and give you wings. Watch me fly a boy. Used
) Dope Supply [Chorus] Living in a World a Fantasy (Livin in a World a Fantasy) His Back agaist the wal (Cut the music up in my phones} Living in a
never extinguish Coolest kid out baby Word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money See the paper cut fingers My song is your girlfriend's wakin' up
I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out baby word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money see the paper cut fingers My song is ya girlfriend's wakin' up
With two cannons 1 3 2 got me vanished Ninja in the night with the phantoms Amped up, set off hoppers (?) See rays blast from the optics Livin in fucked up
advance dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that
and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up
] The break is over man, I'm back with the ink pen Like Ali bomaye okay I'm on my second wind Used to roll dice when the luck was on my side man Four-
. there's no point in even trying to get up. i got my eyes glued to the blue sky above. and it's been a beautiful summer. it reminds me of when i was younger. used
thoughts Too young to take the stand But old enough to kill anyone HA! In the days when love divided up the looks No drastic means were used like rod
down You gotta hold your head up 'cause we gone make it y'all I felt so alone, I had a crew but so what Then when Angela stabbed me guess who showed up
before I had the dreadlocks I used to reminisce should I do music or sell rocks Grow my own crops livin' in the PJs That's when an Angel Gabriel, said