'm scared of outside 'cause it might wash me away Wish I could open this curtain and know I'll see you again I'll see you again If I could hold you again
but for women They be sayin' Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin' with the top down Four, twenty-four inch rims so heavy they hold the block
room, hold my boombox high And what happened next, will blow your mind [Julian Casablancas] Everything got outta control The music was so entrancing Everyone got out
s mystery of meat If you need a spoon, keep one around Carry a thermos to help wash it down Now, if there's some left, don't just throw it out Use it
I'm) Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big dick daddy 'case you heard! Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she
[Chorus] (''cause I know I'm son of the survivor -vivoral vival.....) Get up and wash my ass and damn, she was just another one night stand for big
Vesre) Break out the grill Pull out the cars All the players at the car wash The ladie showing skinn I guess the sun it bring the stars out I just wunna
was like "where these niggaz at?" Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for
where I'm supposed to be When you hold me, I feel no need To chase that setting sun I'm runnin' out of reasons to run I'm running out of reasons I've
me I got this rap shit down to a tee Grams to a half, half to a key If these alone gon' 'cause me a G My flow too deadly baby No fakin' hold the hammer
out, this bell is rung out He was the light that I'd bless He took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength, God give me strength I can't hold
of hugs That come from a fake thug That show me a sign of love Who am I to judge but you would not out of love Walk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami
us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker Tee told me "You gotta get out
the tub That's new york's future not mine, oh You better hold on Something's happening here You better hold on You better, something's happening here Hold
Overrising, washing me down and now you're dragging me out Overrising, washing me down again Overrising, washing me down and now you're dragging me out Overrising, washing
on this inner sight This call to arms means hold to it And hold tight Dandelions in bullet holes We stand in our civilian clothes On blankets laid out
life Rub that line out of the sand I can feel it closer Closer than you'll ever be Rub that line out of the sand I know you think it's over Staring out