dont give me shit about this
She walks the night
Fill you with hope
That will cut like a knife
And she is at it again
She is the one you love
The one you love
The one you love
Who dropped you
To your KNEES
With her glance
All she can do
Is bring you down
Poison your heart
Stuff you with grief
There is nothing for her to lose
Not even you
The one you love
The one you love
The one
Apparently she is your everything
so just now i hit my mom and she goes
"you son of a....beaner"
me "did you just call me a beaner"
her "no .. i.. i.. i wouldnt do that"
me "cause i aint no beaner"
jana (lil sis) "yeeea she aint no beana"
my dad to my mom "do you have an mexican in you?"
my mom "no but i would like some" (my dad is half mexican.. hes not my real dad)
then they start discussing how gross they are lol and my mom goes "no its because of aunt c"
my dad "ohh blame it on aunt e.c"
You say they disgust you
A remnant of the past
Well by your head you care
And by my heel I care not
Keep your scars
As I keep mine
Show them proudly to the world
so all can judge
For you, as well, should care not
You say its sad
The way I treat myself
All self infliction? You say
But they aren’t
Its just that what went wrong
So learn from them
And keep your scars
As I keep mine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now
[Shawna]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now..
[Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*]
I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy
[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
Or in back of a classroom
How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
And if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
Cause you know I got sold out
Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
How 'bout in the library on top of books
But you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
We can do it in the white house
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi
In the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
On the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes!
On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes!
What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt
Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my grades
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Your construction
Smells of corruption
I manipulate, to recreate
This air, to ground saga
Gotta launder, my karma
I said hallelujah, to the sixteen loyal fans
You're gettin' down on your muthafuckin' knees
And it's time for your sickness again
Come on and tell me what you need now
Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down
I'm blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin'
I'm blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin'
Suckin' up, one last breath
Take a drag of the death
Hey Mr. Policeman
There's a time for getting away
There's a time for driving down the mother fuckin' road
And running from your ass today
Now tell me if do you agree now
Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
I got a few more minutes and
I'm gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got to get up and organize
Come on baby tell me
Yes we aim to please
15 bucks little man
put that shit im my hand
noong.. noong
naaga naaga noong noong
okies off to go see my grandma in the pital
*sigh* im so sick right now, and bored.. and fuckin numb..
X||x Ho-Ho †[WHORE†&&♥HORROR]♥ ooh lala x||X HAPPE HOLIDAZE!!!
((random song that got stuck in my head))
Le Disko Lyrics
Shiny Toy Guns
V1
Hello little boys, little toys
We’re the dreams you're believing
Crawling up the walls
Running down your face
Razor sharp, razor clean
Feel the weapon's sensation
On your back...
With loaded guns
B-section
Now hold onto me pretty baby
If you want to fly
I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes
Chorus
We're gonna ride the race cars
We’re gonna dance on fire
We’re the girls Le Disko
Supersonic overdrive
V2
So what's it gonna take?
Silver shadow believer....
Spock rocker with your dirty eyes
It’s a chance gonna move
Gonna fuck up your ego
Silly boy gonna make you cry
b-section
chorous[X2]
Bridge
If what they say is true...
You’re a boy - and I'm a girl
I will never fall in love with you
chorous[x3]
You don't know how much I need you.
While you're around I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know that you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.
But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you and I,
I hope you fucking choke.
I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please,
somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
pretty pretty please kill me.
I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.
Am i blurry...in your vision...was i just...
a poor decision?
cut me open,with precision...
& we'll finger the incision...