When I start thinking, this is only a lust I must confess I'd be better on my own Then I start thinking this is really love And I confess I can't do this
When I start thinking this is only a lust. I must confess I'd be better on my own. Then I start thinking this is really love. And I confess I can't do
Bản dịch: Black Lungs. For Her.
the sticky One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her Even dykes try to fuck her
I heard her say it once "Padriac, my prince, I have all but died From the sheer weight of my shame You cried but no one came And the water filled your tiny lungs
drop (Verse 2) Like the phone when she heard the news Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes The only son, what a thing to lose More blacks
eased out of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black
or black or light skinned Chinese, big or tiny Right between the legs is where you find me In the bed, gettin mad head Hit it from the back, made her
and liquor killing our lungs and liver The asthmatic drug addict I function with it I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit for spitting played
I got these young bitches tongue flippin just like Spanish You gotta feed her just to hit it, that don't count to me I take her, fill her tummy up, I
for love now when the Witches wings spread she give him head and look above Black Sundays, Armageddon, Maggots and Rape Hell's Pit got some fire for you
for love and when the witch's wings press she give him Head and look above Black sundays armeggedon maggots and rain Hell's Pit got some fiya for you
stun off in they lungs I cum, hella spung give her a slap on the buns and run I got money mane, gimme dumby dames, make her honey drain a funny thang her
Ski-mask recommended unless you ready for jail Keep a knife, in case he get hero and grab the gun And while you tusslin, use the knife to puncture a lung
it for cheap! Yeah we got it for cheap! Yeah we got it for cheap! Man we got it for cheap! Man we got it for cheap! Man we got it for cheap We got it
just ain't fight 'em? See funerals I like 'em, you see family and friends Yeah, don't forget the snitches While you looking for them man, I'm looking for
'm ready for war I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson So call mama, and tell her she gone need her
these cats hate Oh, come, come now Wanna know where I'm from now Her's a little run-down Bk ta uptown Pockets kinda plump now Haters get the thumbs down No need for
