Lyrics:
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
I want you all to feel this in your soul
I just want you all to feel this is your soul
I want you all to feel this in your soul
I just want you all
don't wanna loose my soul.
"Come on!"
Lord forgive us when we get consumed
By the things of this world that fight for our love
(Yes Lord) and our passion
"Funk soul, on deck
Prince of the ghetto
Omega supreme
Danger Mouse
We do it like this"
[Chorus]
"Sometimes I get the feeling
I got to put it on ya
soul unwind
Im yours, you're mine
I aint stressin or pressin for ya whereabouts or who you hangin round
Wont keep a man I be always steady need to be
the riches
It's hella crazy this is random thought
I said it once
I said it twice like a pneumatic device
I bring these words
Hella absurd sweetest spit
I just say what I wanna do then I do it I don't cap I don't fluke this is me I'm the truth
It's just me myself I'm hear with the music when I do it
This is for then niggaz who be fuckin' with them feelings
And you get your heart caught up in the mix
Cause your love fucks what's up her dress,
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you
the culture is safe pull up on me man I make you behave
Yeah man I wake up my **** & bake man I mix it mix it mix it
Yeah man I make all the hits you can't make
ain't no fluke aye
Blow dat a bitch a flute aye
My bitch go tuh tuh
Aye
Yo shit sound like poop
Don't need a crew
Sliding like coop
Popping by da group
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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shaky like handheld, amuteur camera work
In walking this planet of earth
I'm the illest emcee and a man of my word
When I came out, niggaz didn't
Yeah I got things wrong
No it didn't go right
To cover up my sins I smoke
And i mix liquor with sprite
Now its feelings all long
Even putting words
I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end
niggaz who be fuckin with them feelings
And you get your heart caught up in the mix
Cause your love fucks what's up her dress, and never paid attention
19th
The Day
When you took your last breath
Man this shit's hard for me
To This Day
I really wish I could get this
Off my chest
That's why
My phone is
no illusion or flukes that we doing
We movin' up fluently
No stopping' the movement whole shit is true indie
No major to shake up, the way we came up,
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
poor old soul
The toll from our relation's like a casualty of war
So imagine my frustration when I found out about the hospital
Cuz in my imagination I
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you
Have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know it's your thing
Every time I see you you are
postponed
Man is cold
Truth be told
Soul ain't sold
And it ain't postponed
Man is cold
Truth be told
Soul ain't sold
And it ain't postponed
6 by 6 man I'm
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