Lyrics:
start to dance now
The breeze is kind of cold while it's flowing through my hands now
It's getting kind of late, will you love me after 12 now
These days
that don't mean He ain't real
All it means is I got to a place in my head
Where his presence is always concealed
And I begin to grow bitter
Don't impose
out in Africa
Yeah, yeah, bought her my Glock
Let me hold that man
We the Dutch Masters the
Blunts with the gun-flashers
Love maxing, watch niggas'
My boniqua mama
Girl I Love the way You Walk The Runway
See Ride by on a Open Runway
Maybe we can meet in church on Sunday
My boniqua mama
Damn you
got a trouble starter, inside his hand
My man Eric Blam said stop on the cops
And then what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot
Now they ignore me
and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it
affection
Show me, some kind of reaction
Some kind of reaction
I can’t take this riptide
Ripping out my heart by the seams
Right at the seams
And it doesn’t
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
Faith for His mind to be seen
Let me tell you this
One of the ways of
Expressing love
Is to intentionally limit yourself
So that the other party
Can
made by his love
Like the love that he gave me, I came from above
Made in his image so you know I'm so fly
One with the spirit so you know that I'm
As long as you keep your head in his hands
[ella mae williams]
Eric
There is one thing I would like to say to you
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
Whatever
I seen things by the graveside where Mdubesh laid by
Caught one they wanted a phone left him there dying
Easy to say that men are trash but see
I seen things by the graveside
Where Mdubesh laid by
Caught one they wanted a phone left him there dying
Easy to say that men are trash but see
face changed as she looked at the door
"Oh God, it's my ex," he was 6'6", maybe more
She said, "His name's Hoss, and he's sort of the jealous kind
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
Me and my buddy got us a wild hare
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my rag top Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
need no help
Don't need no money
I love me don't need nobody else
Help
If we think of my brain
Then we think of my health
I been going insane
They think
of man?
Tell me why waste my time,
I saw you riding away while I died
hope that had your fun
with your hit and your run
What kind of man
loves with
I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me
from my Lord
And He has given me a good sustenance from Himself
Shall I pollute it by mixing it with unlawfully earned money
I do not wish unlike you
better
Ride by my side through any kind of weather
Down ass broad gon' count my cheddar
She tell me she love the motions when I undress her
I blessed her,
the church was, showing a New Zealand soldier — like a Maori it was too, he was a Maori — with a baby in his arms and the blood dripping from it and underneath
& vine
I'm gonna marry my love
And we'll be happy for all time
Yeah, he's the sweetest man you could find
So gentle and so kind
And he's got those big
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