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ain't unknown, even the paper that I'm on
Shit even the label I'm on, shit even the paper that I own
The federal reserve ain't even owned by
thing you told me I be, you are
I takе problems of the ones I love
I be you Now
We couldn't even meet but, I can see you now
I know you by heart so, I can
might do some more stand-up, just might get my bands up
I might go and edit, might be a director
I might stand in the background of a movie and be
My Mac is not a good Mac
My Mac is not a good Mac
It does not have my back
Yo my name is Barry
I'm here to talk about a scary thing
About my Mac Mac
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Whoa I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
edit it (Edit it)
So I put a message on the record and I hope the radio will play this shit
Hmph fuck (Hmph)
All you had to do was listen in
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But there's one thing I love the most
How I love those Christmas songs everyone can sing along
Those words and melodies I learned by heart
by you
The thing I like about you
You always just
Just Dey like to tell me
the truth iyoo
I no go fit leave you
Even if I want to
Go mama put
chest, a topic important that I gotsta mention, cause everytime I
Grab the mic and rock it, it's the thing that grabs your attention, here's some clues
old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
Woah
Oh, I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered too
If by chance
at life no filter I remove all edits
I can tell this something you ain't used to
Know I do it better than your last dude
Told her turn around cause it's
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
got near
Posted at you at the bar and whispered in your ear:
Hey, Ms. Lady (Radio edit) Got you from a crush
She said, she ain't a groupie chick
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for
People hate on my Toyota
You gotta humble yourself when you're older
Material things don't let 'em control ya
All of y'all spoiled go get a Toyota
I bought
face
Make a move & don't edit
Give it all you can give
You may live to regret it
But at least you can say that you lived
When you're feelin' crushed by
swept away
They were surrounded by their young charges
Children mostly nine years and ten
They were watching a children's movie
A girl and her blue
shouldn't try
You have an eye for fashion darling
I'm sitting in my room let the disc go by
So much to live for
Radio daylight, radio darkness
Radio
I'm feelin', feelin' myself
I'm born this way and I ain't gonna change a thing
I've been working, working real hard
To find self love and be proud
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
how hard you force your shit upon me,
I am not invited to the “cool kids club”,
The thing about me is I don’t give a fuck,
This is my music I do what I
Step up in the place and I'm living right
Even though I have a few things I gotta get tight
Jesus knows my heart and you probably knew the old me
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