It was a kiss from the past.
Satan is around y'all. Devil on your shoulder. All these niggas is corn, sworn in secret societies, devils with no horn.
We're all in the same game, just different levels. Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.
I don't follow trends. I just do what I like and what I can.
I'm not cocky, I'm confident. So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
Respect, brotherhood - the family comes first, and everything else falls in place after that.
And y'all scared I can tell That I'mma get Bucks like Milwaukee, cause like Sam, I ca' sell.
Generating exciting new ideas burns 325 calories per hour and has no carbs. Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. Rambling aimlessly about a point that someone has already made burns only 3 calories per hour.
The lost glove is happy.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.