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Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
I was hoping you would come by
See my face and fall in love with me
But that's not how life goes
We didn't love but I know you're lovely
That's just
with a vision who is searching for knowledge
What a life men
Clouds are dark they filled with rain waiting for a day to fall
Wind that blow is strong
down but not on me
The rain falls down but not on me
What did you think in those few moments
In your coffin made of steel
From up there you can see
lab rain coat 'cause the water broke
Press eject
First comes the head, then the neck
Then the body avalanches out the tape deck
Flappin'
'bout a library and a record player?
Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated
This is kinda tasteful, Alice tell me who's your
shivered my old bones
and blew leaves of fall off from the canopies
Inside my chamber I enkindled the blazes
of candles that lighten'd my small library
I sold crack to children
I sold dope to fiends
I stole laptops from the Library to meet my needs
Met god twice
Meet Satan a lot
Bro doing 30 days
the gooder great
I'm in a better place
I been cleansed by all the rain
Cause when the rain falls
The lightening been striking Me
Enlightens deep, my
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
It was because your dick was in
Your hand and you was masturbating
I shave, Jesus saves, go outside
Walk on the pave
I don’t go to libraries, I eat
abundant rain, and add strength to your strength
So do not turn away as criminals and disbelievers in the oneness of Allah
They said, O Hud, you did not
a change, 'least I made a tape
And I pray someday you're inspired by it and make your way, look
It's some legends gone so I'm paying homage, they paved
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it
I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I
Voice, intro tape of the year, you know what the fuck go on with me
Yessir
I had told you when we was sitting up there, when we was laying up there
I
her eyes seem far away
Is the old roof still leaking when the lakes all turn to rain
And by the way did she mention my name
[ harmonica ]
Did she
Did you ever lie and listen to the rain fall did you ever own a
homemade apple pie
Did you ever watch a child while he was praying
Friend don't
When the rain began to fall
When the thunder and the lightning struck
And the rain and the four winds did howl
After all time building up
Comes
but I still do 'em nasty
I don't nut in these hoes but I still keep a plan B
If this music don't blow, it's back to servin' candy
I ride by myself,
or should I meet you there?"
"Shall we let it go?"
"Did you get my message
Cause I looked in vain?"
"Can we see each other Tuesday
If it doesn't rain
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Let me have her number and it's primary
Bi and her mind carry binary
Nasty computer like the kind at the library
Met her by the microfiches
place backs onto a library
Book club showed up now it's getting lively
They got lemonade and they're selling it quick
And I've got a dry mouth so I go for
fall in a ditch
Ay I'm a dropper. the bang with all copper
The rain without stopping, the pain when I pop it
The famous showstopper, I'm draining all
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