definitely can, you know that's a fact Of course Alright I'll be back in a few minutes I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
with 2 faces Mass murder, should have been in San Quentin I'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you goddamn Right I'm goin back again Fuck the drinks
make a nigga wanna get near Oh, I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride round with
Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel On the edge of Route 66 yeah He lived a dark and twisted life And he came right back just to do it again Eye for
within the eye) I, I'll bleed (For no one) The demons (But myself) That pull me down (For me and no one else) Goodbye, sunshine, I've put it out again
, a little bit longer Love forever And so if you'll just have to ask me again If I love you, I don't know But I know this life will pass me in the end Fuel
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in I'm drinking spirits in the hopes
the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head it off, confident jet plane Low fuel, escort
roll in the jungle in the middle of the field we tumble somebody gon crumble mo tuhgs to rumble. repeat Hit it off capitain jet plane low fuel its
in the road, I'm in the right, I've got a mind to drive all night. When I get there they'll know my name. My heads blown loose all over again Fuel?s
mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims Jihad, I'm getting mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims This is tower again, do you read me?
smelling of Brut from Fabrege' and sweat EZ Dan don't bathe a lot these days And why the hell should he anyway? "She's got a few miles on her, but then again
Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline, An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. He'd come home just burnin', Mad an' drunk an' mean an'
, poor candle moth Mine enemy, mine enemy Curiosity now charred debris Mine enemy, mine enemy Not to day, night to day Aurora Here we go again, destruct
've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands You've got blood on your hands Rulers seek fossil fuel As the
to do it right like Spike Holdin' forties, gettin' green on acres, these broads were our mules That's when we used to serve in front of Commonwealth School Fuel
me I think you're a liar Love or lust It just adds fuel to the fire (Fuel to the fire) Fuel to the fire (Fuel to the fire) F-f-fire (Fuel to the fire) Fuel
them makes me queezy I'd like to take that monkey wrench I'd play my own game Princess Toadstool, you're so misguided I've never been fond of bookworms But then again