Lyrics:
to hear his voice, our breathing must quiet
Papa says My youngest is no child my heart is breaking
My eyes blinked and she is gone a strange woman in my
Fuck
Look, yeah
My mind unfolds as this woman peers through my soul
My trauma untold
She said it's okay I said I know
But I don't think I do
Her
Empress a come in eno
See me affi talk to the woman them one time eno
I could never be with a fuck boy
Say me haffi set rules pan a fuck boy
Raise
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
it
Knockin' on the door before they started to lock it
Every single woman I shot my shot at they caught it
Eyes peeled on suckas I know they tryna rob
Careful eyes watching us
Greeted by a scream
A young woman in pain
A broken arm but by his touch
The girls tears turned to laugh
She was healed
Stunned we
to sleep, but I just end up layin' in my bed (bed)
Can someone kill the voices in my head?
(Why you bitter, why you bitter huh) (you tell me)
I'm so over this
you ever heard voices and there ain't nobody near ya?
Have you ever talked and felt like there ain't nobody to listen?
Have you ever got by on just
dancer
She got her body done
And moved to Atlanta
Can't knock the hustle
A woman should not want to struggle
Just don't get mad when a nigga judge you
Yeah!
I'll start by saying the last thing I wrote
Today my words find their own voice
Today anyone is someone to love
Today I'm taking all I lose
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
I'ma man, be a woman now
I have been bound by the shackles of love
And I don't mind if I die tied up
Took you for granted
When you lifted me up
Womanhood, and all that is woman - and
The man that comes from woman
The womb, the tit's, nipples, breast-milk
Tears, laughter, weeping, love-looks
even takes all night (Yeah you can betcha)
You can betcha by the time I say "go?
You'll never say "no" (I'm gonna getcha, I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna
If love would be a woman
Life’s not always Garden Eden
And sometimes we’re too close to see
We only grow the demons that we’re feeding
When we
Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
[Woman's voice echoes "Are you comin? Comin?"]
"It's easy."
[woman's voice echoes "It's easy. It's easy."]
I can understand
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out
But you crossin' the line by puttin your hands on 'em
And nobody ever
that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, it don't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window, where the light is strong
And they don't let a woman
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