Rock me hard this brothas getting loud / Time to get wild getting off the crowd
People getting loose nothing left to lose / shaking ass hard mothafuckas feelin proud
Lifitn up that skirt lets take off that shirt / if I had a hundred I’d make you go to work
Stop askin why I know you ain’t this shy / if every woman had that ass I think I’d start to cry
Putting it down I’m comin back to town / if the money aint waitin bitch I’ll tear the fucker down
Get off my porch mother fucking money whore / is my blood enough or you think you’ll need more
Launder my soul for a pot of gold, so I’m told
Give me the chance to feel the sun on my face, when I’m old
It’s so cold in this place, where’s the fire
Why did I fall in this trap, my desire
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what is it you say
why is it you feel this way today
what is it you’ve done
why must you always be on the run
why can’t it be real
why can’t I feel the way I wanna feel
wouldn’t it be fun
to send the demons on the run
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a sunny day reception, looking back through the shadows on your eyes
a blinding reflection, of what you chose to leave behind
more or less perfection, in this imperfect mess becoming us
becoming who you know as they, but those who are they become nothing less
than nothingness
a sunny day deception, shadows, looking back through the clouds on your mind
a blinding reflection, of what you chose to hide
(lyric/stream) circa 2000s