for feelings Go to the window, what do I see? Go to the window, the killer is me It's me It's me Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and turn
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Go to the window What do I see Go to the window The killer is me It's me, it's me... Twist and turns Twisted nerve Twist and turns Twisted nerve
know what you heard Thai-da-da-da done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it and niggaz is served and a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves and I'll
're doin' your piece work too fast" "Now you get off your mustang, Sally You ain't goin' nowhere, you ain't goin' nowhere" I layed back, I get my nerve
right off the bat Octavia, a.k.a. the neighbor-hood-rat I used to run up in her but I had to play broke cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
nerve Damn, I'm fightin' and I'm losin' And damn you, you're pullin' and I'm pushin' I'm wrestlin' with, I toss and twist Till finally I give in, damn
his name Biss malla wit the fist in a pistola Dismiss the kiss from a hiss giva Wrist slita, male bitch or witch wit a twist A glitch man abyss swimma
the witness to murderers monologue of a minute Come out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted
best, release the vocal trilogy Aight God damn slow it up mayn M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn We can go on to some next shit God damn, man, you stoppin
'm lookin' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws
rot away and dream Dream of forgotten years dream of the touch of another's hand I am to be a meal of starved worms My nerves are twisting for the light
if you get into it with me you get splitted Know you could cause your momma or sister to come up missin' It could be broad daylight, I'll walk up and twist
I heard about Jones Beach and Luke's Freak Fest Nevertheless I still put my faith in you You was my dog, so I stayed faithful But I'll be god damned
headed dreams, just like an old smoke screen. You stand behind your spite, don't know what's wrong or right. Now it's grating on my nerves, your twisting
(featuring Trey Songz) [Talking] Ladies follow me now...(moaning) Damn..my..my batteries low? (shiiit) [Chorus] See I don't fuss and fight, if he ain
watch the door You're damn right Public Enemy, Rebirth of a Nation Paris, Guerrilla Funk, 2006 for yo' bad ass Yeah, somebody gotta watch the damn door
don't know what I got I'm going----- Woke up in the morning, head twisted tight Been out with the nightcrawlers, trying to find my life Damned if I do- damned
