) I'll forever be... Chorus 2: Yours, Yours, I`m Yours. Yours, Yours, I`m Yours. Lord, I'm Yours. Yours, I'm Yours. Bridge: No one else can take Your
I'm a 2 times 5 Load it, cock it, aim it baby, boom bye bye Set your standards lower, boy you're aimin' too high Matter of fact your friend looks better
the seed The knowledge of good and evil is what caused us to lie Caused us to die, let your emotions be crucified Renounce all your thoughts Repent and let your
king Who took on the Standard Oil men and whipped their ass Just like he promised he'd do? Ain't no Standard Oil men gonna run this state Gonna to run
quick Dip inside her heart, she wanna suck your dick Get her ass licked, play hopscotch, look at her look at your watch Make sure it's late, sucka, stick your
How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate? I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs Your kneecap, back smack your ass bitch And splatter your
So pack ya chrome and handle your own 'Cuz potnas tend to run Walked in the party 10 deep and only left wit' one Real nigga on your team but you know
We have found evidence that Hip Hops standard 85 RPM When increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard Or decreased at three quarters
Why must brother kill his brother - when united they should stand? Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land. These tattered battle standards
a-leaping, high as the spirits of the old Highland men. Refrain Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame. High may your proud standards
and ask me to tell you the story so far This is the story so far Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins You scrawl out your poems across
to know that im a 2 times 5, load it, clock it, aim it baby, boom bye bye, set your standards lower boy your aimin' too high, matter of fact your friend
a feel or two Your future's uncertain here now The plot smears on the wall, wall Said, your future's uncertain here now The plot smears on the wall Your
become lifetimes. Bong hits turn into white lines A face becomes a dartboard and cardboard becomes a house Boys turn into men. Enemies become your friends
a common masher-- Now, really Mama! I have my standards where men are concerned, And I have no intention-- Mrs. Paroo: I know all about your standards
a leaping high as the spirits of the old highland men (Chorus) Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain hame High may your proud standards
a way, I failed religion, I spit the wine from mouth to cup And I reached for somethin' more than just your God Uncle, you spared not your children and while your
. Love isn't blind, but sometimes it's short-sighted, And if you're not careful you can lose your way. You can lose your way, you can lose your way.
