So now I'm holding in my sides And my bags are over spilling This leads me to think My guts have started to boil And my stomach keeps on spinning Thank
walking down my neighbourhood Where every child is crying You?re the only one who see me You?re the only one who kiss me On my dry lips My white lips
so now i'm holding in my sides, and my bags are over spilling,this leads me to think. my guts have started to boil, and my stomach keeps on spinning.
dry lips My white lips Rushing in emptiness Your lies have really cut me I?m the only one who heard them I?m the only one who felt them And your dry
) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this Don't
[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied
song to be sung She's got blue eyes, deep like the sea that roll back when she's laughin' at me She rises up like the tide the moment her lips meet mine
by the bank Always coming home so late She?d take off all her clothes and jump in I?d be giving up, man, if she?d be giving in Baby, let me dry your
came back, but i wouldve came back, wouldve came back, wouldve came back. Wouldve came - [Drake Rapping] I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta Who just had his linen suit dry
burners on my thighs Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats Light up canoes, till titanics, I sink ships Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
and hot She's a secret agent You can believe it or not Killer eyes and homicidal sighs You can't resist it to be twisted In her suicidal thighs Confessional lips
i refuse to quit and the truth is u make a nigga lose his grip 'cause i just cant resist the way u move those hips the way u walk and talk with those beautiful lips
twenty five Man, loose lips with those thighs Couldn't just let her walk by I ain't a thirsty *** But right about now, my throat was gettin' real dry
and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve To say that you better than Big Dick suckin' lips
care I'll cook your food, buy your clothes To the limit, I will go, I will go I await your precious kiss Gets my head when they spread sweet and wet across my lips
lock in I want your mind to lock in If my life were a glass of water Filled by the rain from a velvet sky I want you to drink Because your lips are dry
dry! Every night he'd sweat and snort searching for the right support. He tried some string and paper clips. Hey! He even tried his own two lips! Well