(feat. Eminem)
[Akon:]
Shady
Convict
Upfront
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey! (more…)
(feat. Eminem)
[Akon:]
Shady
Convict
Upfront
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey! (more…)
How bout getting off of these antibiotics
How bout stopping eating when I’m full up
How bout them transparent dangling carrots
How bout that ever elusive kudo
Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence
How bout me not blaming you for everything
How bout me enjoying the moment for once
How bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How bout grieving it all one at a time
Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty (more…)
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight
(more…)
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama’s dancin’ with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin’ like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for (more…)
Years ago, when I was younger (more…)
Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
(more…)
He Left No Time To Regret
Kept His Dick Wet
With His Same Old Safe Bet
Me And My Head High
And My Tears Dry
Get On Without My Guy
You Went Back To What You Knew
So Far Removed From All That We Went Through (more…)
“Rehab”
They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, noYes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine
He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go
I’d rather be at home with ray (more…)
Well sometimes I go out by myself
and I look across the water
and I think of all the things
why’d you do it
and in my head I paint a picture
Since I come home,
well my body’s been a mess
and I miss your gentle hair
and the way you like to dress
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Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
You’re tear men down like Roger Moore (more…)