Lyrics:
of getting embarrassed
I for one can barely bear it yeah but I gotta stay in character
Now look what I imagined up
Airing out my dirty laundry, fuck you if you
I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by
pounds like James Brown give 'em ?Hot Pants?
I make your girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt
I'm a young hot
-The books of TIMOTHY are two
cre followed on by TITUS
They point us to the paths anew
Where nothing will affright us.
-"Onesimus" - who once did steal
baby lately shit been boring
Bred winner did it from the corner
I get the picture, right now
Lil' bitty bitch, bite down
One on my wrists, iced out
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
called friends and them girls too
Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you
As he sat there in his chair looking out the window
I'm thinking when you
I know my neighbours are thinking it's me
cvoiding eye contact when I'm on the street
Communal areas I cannot reach
Wind blowing under my durag (my
Hot off the presses
The late morning news
You reach for the stack
Fold broadsheet in two
I must confess
I've seen you before
And thought about
How
, I'm crying inside, I shout
My vocal cords won't permit me, I scream, but it's not aloud
You put your arm around Mama to calm her, wow
I just thought
rent, it soars higher like the 'gulls by the lake
They either build or destroy
We either give or we take
I get a text on my phone
I see your name with
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
for my journey,
Perched upon my throne,
To my left the actress,
Whose work just makes me groan.
The pilot gave a signal,
The stewardesses talk,
the conscious starting shifting (uh-huh)
I feel like Pac (when?) fresh up out of prison
I guess I'm just different, my heart pure
Field nigga, fuck I'm gon'
him in my arms (in my arms)
Hi (hi)
We're your Weather Girls (uh-huh)
And have we got holiday news for you (you better listen)
This is an open
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
on the roof
With the Vodka and juice
You'll be sleepin by 2
Just something we do
Some people smoke
I just tell jokes
Like what did the rope say to the rope
close my eyes
And pretend this allows me to hide
Daddy, daddy, why are you sleeping
When I need you by my side?
Why did we start this journey
When we
across those yellow wheat fields by the South Dakota state line
I was just three years old looking out my window
Little did I know you would be with me...
As they said
(A-one, two, on, two, three, four)
Well, it was out in California
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left
and it drills til my spine has chills add it
To the list of the shit that feels that it's out my reach but my skills brought it
And my will shot it hit
the sound-reverberate
As I push my foot down, accelerate straight out of town
And with the help of James Brown on the tape
I reach escape velocity on the M3
when man ate they children
I'm killing other animals just to nurture them
I journey further from mine my people into another culture
Not knowin' my
of old poison gas,
And obsolete germ bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through
(my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby) [repeat: x3]
Sucking up two
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