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Every night it's like she's supposed to
Walk into the room, the same damn clothes
Step on it, slip back into the shoe
Strung out trippers, hungry sleepers
Good dog, I don't want these sleepers
Put it on, go on and find yourself a fumble
All those things that parents try to tell you
She was so clean but I'm always shitty
She's stripped me down
But I feel no pity
Gonna guess this, I'm not sure where
City of God through with getting us
Two faced child with a cut off ear
Cold cold fingers, rock 'n' roll niggas
That was my line, you're the proof diggers
I was shitty, I cannot admit
All those things that parents try to tell you
She was so clean but I'm always shitty
She's stripped me down
But I feel no pity
All those things that parents try to tell you
She was so clean but I'm always shitty
She's stripped me down
But I feel no pity
All those things that parents try to tell you
She was so clean but I'm always shitty
She's stripped me down
But I feel no pity
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