eyes Less to want is less to feel Wanting nothing becomes more real Less to have is less to break You hurt to sleep while I lay awake Less to go the
smile A gesture of please Somehow Brought her closer to me Don't know if her friends saw my face in the light Or if they saw her put up a fight I need
I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that You never see me stressed, in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga
it goin strong, nevertheless, know the enemy And never back down, you can take it to press 'Less the mic like the art dart told you before We for the prize emphasis the fight
, The god of the bottle sends down from his hall- 'This Whistle's your challenge, to Scotland get o'er, 'And drink them to hell, Sir! or ne'er see me more
spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized I change my mind more often
if giving up might get me somewhere. All is well. At least that's what you'll tell yourself when the weight of your world falls upon you. Less talk and more
