Lyrics:
this alone
Dreamin' 'bout a little place I could call my very own
A sweet and loving wife waitin' anxiously for me
And we'd have a kid or two in our
a hammy i'm ill (ill, ill, ill)
I'm a little bit strange and a little uncanny so chill (chill, chill, chill)
People always runnin they mouth but never say
the medicine's imbedded in people
And it's incredible. We're ever so see-through
You see what we all need to
Is take a little bit and make it just a little bit
power
Then I'll give these hoes a rinse with that holy water
(This a masterclass, held by yours truly)
You little my piece God miss darling
She a lil
I turn into a little chicken when the sky starts fallin
But bet I thrill Like Mike when it comes to ballin
I'll live long as a King so there ain't no
The horny little pagan idol
No wonder my mind is so twisted
By thank God my church wasn't broke-wristed
Even though I never went
I know I still can repent
the sign of Scorpio
I was born in a boring town called Corning
Yo lordy yo!
By age five, Mom and Dad are split
But I survive
Surmise that my imaginary
Children are people who live in a land
Made of raindrops and puddles and pebbles and streams
Silently watching a twig as it sails
On a clear
My winter nights are taken up by static
Stress and holiday shopping traffic
But I close my eyes and I'm somewhere else
Just like magic
In my heart
indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete
Hey little mama you trippin' (trippin')
I ain't really with that
and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably feel a little
Now here's a little story - I've got to tell
About three bad brothers - you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A.,
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherfuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?
fate seems so surreal
So surreal
[Bridge]
[Chorus: x2]
Now let me tell you a little something about love
(All you people giving your selfs up
at me like, "Yo, G"
It ain't '03, a little OD
Like, what's kosher these days? Probably be safer if I just don't speak
Everyone turned so PC, then they
clothes are bought and people meet
Each city has a place that's quite the same
Even though it might go by a different name
Delancey Street
Delancey
panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud
Inside I sat, seeking the presence of a God
I searched through the pictures
Say, man didn't I call you last night
And tell you not to come
By my house this morning?
I can't make it to work this morning
And I'll tell you why
stood for
Help the helpless make people free
And I knew that an American is what I wanted to be
It was the start of a little love affair
Between my
you've made that final call,
The hard words flying by like punches in a barroom brawl
[Chorus]
We've made a mess of things,
It makes no difference
you've made that final call,
The hard words flying by like punches in a barroom brawl
[Chorus]
We've made a mess of things,
It makes no difference
a little bit of music and the power of us
We can lift each other up
Lift up Louisville
Cause this is what/how we do
i'll hold you on the other side
Cause
how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacas, you know I did it all
Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
My great
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