Vārdi:
Frost Two Of A Kind

a dream of lies The young and old Just as vile all the same Consistent inconsistence Serpent tongue whore Blind Fucking The blind Two of a kind Savage

know a nigga hot chilly peppers and every single heffer want this fella reals mr. hugh hefner mr. put a picture on lock like a cellar pussy, tighter than a

in a malibu two door, Listening to Dizzy Rascal, Right up ya avenue Fly as a parachutte, High as a paratroop-er, before he deployed, you aint a D boy,

fingers on frost, ears on froze Hanging at the club while hoes slide down the pole Rolling with the g's and the foes and the souls With two bitches on

Two pieces of one kind we live our separated lives One hundred miles are not so far away In spite the map of our world A planet with so many good intentions

Punks will always scheme to, create a means to take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don't seem to respect my generosity, and what it's costin me

how it's been There's that kind of message Like we were back when Sure I've gone on since you, baby Lost my heart a time or two I miss you like Christmas

wanna talk Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull now

self (repeat 4X) [?uestlove] Mmmmmm strollin in my Pumas down the avenue Not tokin on a J, not sippin on a brew Saw a soul sister on the streets of five-two