Lyrics:
but the blues
And I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about that
'Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille
Sing, Lucille
Well, I'll put it like
nothin' but the blues
And I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about that
Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille, sing Lucille
Well, I'll put it
Lucille don't wanna play nothing but the
Blues. I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about
That. Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille.
Sing,
hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin' up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
It's another days journey and I'm glad
I'm glad about
I'm so glad
I'm glad about
I'm so glad
I'm glad about
It's another days journey and I'm
Opened my eyes and somehow made me see
And this ol' rusty, dusty heart of mine, how you've made it shine (Shine)
I'm so glad you're in my life, I'm so
Express
On the Jackson Park Express
I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away
And I'm sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say
Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson
Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk
the way, your hair is beautiful
I bet it smells like raisins"
She looked at me in a way that asked
"Did you have a nose job or something?
I'm only
Remember what I done seen
Mahalia Jackson told me
To Tell em about the dream
Does that make me Martin
Shout out my uncle garvin
They done got me started
I'm
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
This is the day the day that the Lord has made
I will repress to be glad in it
This is the day the day that the Lord has made
I must repent to be
plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin' fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on
My mouth
been redeemed by the Great I am
Joint-heir with Christ and seeds of Abraham
The Good Shepherd found his sheep that was lost
And I'm so glad you, stayed
a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
Drew a picture of my
There's a million things I could complain about
And sometimes I do, yeah, I'm workin' on that
I see little imperfections and I point 'em out
I got
need it now, I need it
Swear to god, oh god I need it now
Michael Jackson, Jackson, beat it now
Oh my god, I'm terrified
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
My theme is all about making the green
Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this
Jackson
It's your boy, Bubba Watson golf boys
1-1-6, Reach Records ex hustler!
Michael Jackson, I'm bad!
I don't know, I forgot
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