And music is my aeroplane It's my aeroplane I like pleasure spiked with pain Songbird sweet and sour Jane Pleasure spiked with pain Just one note That mother fucker always spiked with pain I'm overcoming gravity Looking in my own eyes "hello"

Dedicated to all human beings Because we separate Like ripples on a blank shore You can't take it with yer Dancing for your pleasure You are not to blame for Bittersweet distractors Dare not speak its name

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

The seas have parted, the endings started, the sky has turned to black. A killing spree through eternity, the devil stabs you in the back, It's midnight now you must escape somehow, torture is his leisure, don't try to hide he'll make you subside, as he

I'm so grateful for all you've done to bless your soul With the riches of love forever Every last tide is a promise, oh It's a blooming blessing, hey, let it flow It's a pleasure Hours upon hours, searching for a better way out I wanna say thank you for

Forever, ever, ever Forever, ever, ever (ever) Double your pleasure Double your fun And dance forever ever ever Forever on the dance floor Hey, hey, forever It's like I waited my whole life 'Cause we only got one night

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

I’m gonna make you see the difference between just quitting and survival Know that it’s my pleasure, doing everything better without you Cause this one works better than two Well, this plane can fly with just one engine This heart can beat without

But I told you so I said I, I don't wanna control you Oh, and I know, yeah As long as you know, baby Every pleasure you taste has its price, babe But I told you so, no I don't wanna say I told you so I am gonna show you The world, and all that you desire

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your