next. He'll move in, Grab a bite, then ask for, He'll ask for the, He'll ask for the, He'll ask for the, check. Yeah he'll ask for the check. I wanna
singing Like one last song in the middle of the night Were you singing 'In Tongues Of Fire'? Or was it 'Knots Of Anger'? Were you singing a fine old
a way out of here He could just make it, her [Incomprehensible] in their tongue And she's in a basement crime She can't give this much of a fuck again
', we lettin' off joints at this section The steppin' rhymes Turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence, you know we got a lot like constock The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart
it's the worst night of your life to me it's just another night I aint carin' 'bout your drama or breakin' up your home You just a joke for the crew and material for a
last near a lover not so fast here I'm hovering to make time slow down go back to last year we'll meet again but the characters are never gonna be the
out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For
'll didn't anticipate a downfall, a downfall Ya'll wasn't ready to take that downfall, downfall (T N Tee) Nigga's get paid, niggas feel pain Point range in a court they hang In a court for
last song in the middle of the night Were you singing in tongues of fire Or was it knots of anger? Were you singing a fine old tune like Love Me, Love
right time comes down the road I got a feelin' My head's a reelin' My heart is screamin' I'm about to bust loose Bottled up emotion It's more than a
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON She woke me up late last night She said something don't feel right I think it would be best for me To get
in tragedy, fuck it I'm destined to die young, I'm losin' my religion Speakin' in tongue, I'm on a one way trip to death Inhaling this pain like it's my last
hand Layin' up at night, peepin' at stars Remember when we was at the club in da bars? I told ya my status was that of a don You thought I was a dog
a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies
Don't wanna hear about Susan, she's got nothin' on me So show some respect for the love you receive, my name is not Susan (No, no, no, no, no, get it right) Last night
lies about whiskey on a woman's breath Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey Free Who lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley Oh
I'm a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe I'm not a hoe Is it okay if I play my guitar right about now, is it