Responsible Clubbing, Ayesha Erotica - Structure & Habit lyrics
Ayesha Erotica
[Responsible Clubbing, Ayesha Erotica - Structure & Habit lyrics]
Mr kirk? Yes?
Do you have son named Robert
Robert Kirk aged 17? Yes?
I'm sorry Mr kirk
You'd better come down to the station house
Your son is dead
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
Thirteen in foster care
I was stealing iPods and tops to wear
Little bitch, clingy like hell to my besties
Acting all grown and sexy
I was wrong for that wasting money on pills
My mother couldn't even pay
Off the phone bills
Fourteen hit like a brick
Ended up living at the Motel 6
Sixteen, I was feeling real mean
I should've stayed home and helped mama clean
But I was being a fiend
Snorting coke with the rich girls
Thinking I could make it happen
In the rich world
Late nights, I cam on everything
Met my idols, recorded a demo thing
First time spittin' lines in Loubs
Now it's the only thing I find time to do
Eighteen, I'm free to just do me
But now my best friend's locked up down in OC
Went from a gram of weed to OZ's
Snorting this shit can get so lonely
Nineteen when I dropped Big Juicy
Traveled around and let the
Whole world use me
But like before, I bounced back up
Lookin' back now, it makes me crack up
Three years later with the bubble and sparks
Thanks for the love with all my heart
I don't wanna go yet but I gotta say see ya!
Yeah, this song's for Ayesha
Do you have son named Robert
Robert Kirk aged 17? Yes?
I'm sorry Mr kirk
You'd better come down to the station house
Your son is dead
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
(Work that motherfucker)
Thirteen in foster care
I was stealing iPods and tops to wear
Little bitch, clingy like hell to my besties
Acting all grown and sexy
I was wrong for that wasting money on pills
My mother couldn't even pay
Off the phone bills
Fourteen hit like a brick
Ended up living at the Motel 6
Sixteen, I was feeling real mean
I should've stayed home and helped mama clean
But I was being a fiend
Snorting coke with the rich girls
Thinking I could make it happen
In the rich world
Late nights, I cam on everything
Met my idols, recorded a demo thing
First time spittin' lines in Loubs
Now it's the only thing I find time to do
Eighteen, I'm free to just do me
But now my best friend's locked up down in OC
Went from a gram of weed to OZ's
Snorting this shit can get so lonely
Nineteen when I dropped Big Juicy
Traveled around and let the
Whole world use me
But like before, I bounced back up
Lookin' back now, it makes me crack up
Three years later with the bubble and sparks
Thanks for the love with all my heart
I don't wanna go yet but I gotta say see ya!
Yeah, this song's for Ayesha