Lyrics:
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
new one form Tracy Chapman
My man Paris with a brand new album
Yossour N Dour, Black Uhuru, Living Color, Vinx, Foley
Chaka Kahn, Follow 4 Now, KRS One
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?" "Ain't you that girl?"
"De La Soul, right?" "No Tracy Chapman"
"Why don't you come over to the counter
honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?" "Ain't you that girl?"
"De La Soul, right?" "No Tracy Chapman"
"Why don't you come over to the counter
of the best songs I've heard
I'm grateful to Tracy Chapman, and for the depth she maintain
The only singer in world, who makes beauty out of pain
I'm grateful
Written By: Tracy Chapman
Chapman
Had a fast car why they mad at NASCAR
Luminescent surrounded by the light
Lunar crescents
You would think i was a grower
Thinker and Doer you would
I'm a crazy bastard
Always think of safety last
When I raise the havoc uh
I'm in a fast car
Tracy Chapman
All you see is smoking gas
Like an angry
(let's go half on a lady)
Ya motherfuckers ain't live, don't control the streets
I sold 163 thousandon my 1st week
That means I got more fans than you
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend
She would know exactly what to say
Beginnings always hide themselves in ends
At some point, I will be okay
I
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
Tracy Chapman
Cruising past these lazy whack men
All the ones who used to hate me back then
Now the roles reversed, they wanna shoot the shit
Guess they
tried
God as my witness fam
Holla at me I'm a business man
I live by the words that was spoke by one of the GOATS
You can write this shit you can live by
alright
When I was just a boy
My mama used to play me her favorite songs
Bob Marley, Tracy Chapman where my favorite ones
We sang their songs, we sang
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
willies, got to fill me, huh
I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car
Like Tracy Chapman you can cruise with this rap star
The mink sporter, the heroin
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and tracy isn't sure what really
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it,
you really thought
Tracy Chapman, we on our Fast Car
Carfax that nigga like Naudwaur
You just be hating on me cause I'm queer
On my go shit, diamonds
The fire department
Wanna get a mansion
Not an apartment
Getting the bag is just an assignment
Baby can I hold you like Tracy Chapman
My life ain't black
disappear like it's magic (Poof)
Imma mathematician I took a X and I just took an addy (Math)
Fast car Tracy Chapman (Skrr)
I don't know what's gone happen
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