[Bitches]
Oh yeah
Well I could see it, feel it
The spirit as it was leaving my body
No, it would not stay for a while
I turned and watched it crawl away
So far away, I could not see that far
And all those things I held so sacred (for every goddamn thing)
That's failed me, they betray me
These pins, these needles
They never leave me
This crooked cross is bleeding deeply
Let the wine fill my veins (momma, won't somebody get me high)
Bring the time to change my mind (momma, please let me forget)
Wash away this dirty soul
This dirty soul of mine
The curtain it slowly closes
The players how they quickly change around you
Not a trace, huh, no familiar face
Only the soundtrack and the bruises we keep to ourselves (mmm, yeah)
I reach out and I wait forever
I speak out and my thoughts die
My cross is crooked
My spirit is denied (yeah, oh)
Let the smoke close my eyes (momma, won't somebody get me high)
Bring the time to change my mind (show me the way, baby)
Wash away this dirty soul (let me in, yeah)
This dirty soul of mine (yeah, let me in, uh huh)
See this man is waiting (I'm tired of waiting, yeah)
In the park, it's raining so hard (in the park it's raining)
Wash away this dirty soul (uh, yeah, ahh, yeah)
This dirty soul of mine (ahh)
Why can't you feel me? (yeah, ahh)
Some say (some say, some say, some say)
The world's dying (the world is dying)
Nothing stays the same (some say)
Nothing good remains (nothing good remains, no)
No one ever stays (nothing stays the same)
Feelings always fade away (no one ever stays)
People change and lives are destroyed
Well, I will never walk with you again
Never again will we share the days my friend
Oh, my friend
Oh, my sweet friend
[?]
Let the smoke close my eyes
Bring the time to change my mind
Wash away this soul
Wash away this soul
[Tits, Clits, and Bong Hits]
Neva' fear
Sluts in the front, Ho's in the rear
Tits, clits, bong hits your fist in the air!
Aw, DJ!
My fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers
Hah, come on we blow up these speakers
Well I know I kinda fuck like a virgin in sundress and sneakers
God damn, your pussy like squeaking
Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear 'em laughing at you
I kinda like what that pussy put me through, say what?
I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through
Shit could be worse
Second verse
Phase 2
Could be you
Let her cum and go get intra talkin' shit talkin' fag
We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me
When he see me lock dressed and he said
Baby, I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit
My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh
Aw baby told me the new years of the math
Ha yeah I'll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat
You financing my next hydro sack
Sixty laps later, 6 G's later
See me chillin' with the 8 track in the 48 tracks
The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backflights
Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly
Yo D why they tripin? Ha
It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin' to play hands on
Yeah you fucking pussy, so don't say shit
Yeah you know who got my back
Got some more nigga come up in that white boy G strap
This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know
And the nigga T-Love, where he's at nobody know
And the kids at the liquor store I'll be buying beer
For a mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour
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