she gets the best of everything i've got a society woman yes i got a society woman she lives in luxury but she keeps me in the strings well she want to be a cover girl and make headlines in the news she eats steaks and chicken i eat plain old kidney stew

It's only natural Don't you wanna come with me? Don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones? Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin? And on the cold, wet dirt I cry Don't you wanna swim with me? (Come with me) We took a back road; we're gonna look at

I like it, like it, come on, come on, come on S, S, S and M, M, M 'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it But chains and whips excite me Sticks and stones may break my bones I like it, like it

Niggas creepin' How'd it get so scandalous? But stay woke Now stay woke Now don't you close your eyes We can make it, oh If you want it They gon' find you (they gon' find you)

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves Inside my shell, I wait and bleed I wonder out where you can't see You haven't learned a thing I haven't changed a thing My flesh was in my bones The pain was always free

I've been lost Lost in the fire of love Lost, lost in the fire of love All the weight of my worries And the fear that surrounds me Depends on you too I had a dream, to wash myself Of this great affliction So hard to say, I get uptight

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

On my own, counting on a wishbone I'm meant to be a man, but I can't carry everything Tell me, will I ever make it out of here Where did I go wrong? I won't make it out alive A drink to calm the nerves that keep me feeling weak And tell me, will I ever

I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours Get it, text message I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady taking

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired