all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back to the trap one time I went from rolling wit' them rocks on the block To controlling
kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain To hell
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell. an interesting
passion Led the rhythm lead your body and feed your soul A little more fire, a little obsession Feel the heat, get the beat and lose control El Burro!
Mac's spittin' The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy All I wanted growing up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block Dope control
like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can't crack I understand that folks expect me to fold Community control
you have done the same? o Listen o Digit Purchase MP3 * All Hell o Lyrics All hell
your mind (what), get outta your mind (what) Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what) [Lil Jon] I'm a semi truck, no fucking brakes, outta control
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind Get outta your mind, what? Fuck that shit, get outta your mind I'm a semi-truck, no fucking brakes Outta control
do in the Go Go in front of me She know I like to see her dance She get to breakin' it down, we get the bouncin' outta control Because I got a hell
's too steep, her engine's sure to blow. And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control, She's more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know. It's one hell
so steep, her engine's sure to blow And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control She's more a roller coaster than the train I used to know It's one hell
temper might freeze In the days of long confessions, we can not mock a soul When there's too much of nothin', no one has control Say hello to Valerie, say hello
That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone
are given for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast
's something I should know But you couldn't tell me right now Then your plane took off told me I'd have to wait, oh yea Hello, hello you told me that
I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I
your dreams out of Papier-mache Clinched wasted hate taste tested Hell yes, now I'm moving this way I'm doing this thing, please enjoy Hell yes, now
