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love
Goddess of love, got me in love
Woke up when I seen the light
Told me things about my life
Angel come take that book of life
I fell in love with her
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll
an ol' church hymn
Found in the book in the back of a pew
Born again love, I'm a new person
Hands in the air, hallelujah
Amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen,
love
Spend up
My time here
And my fear?
Grind here with no idea
Of what love is
And my sheer
Genius been clipped and ruined
By the bushel of the booing
plans and drinks until it's time
A crutch to use upon his prey,
She didn't know, it's not the way to love
And I will judge a book by its cover
Because
an African man
You can still get done by the African gang
I'm in a gaff with tings that bang and I got tings that bang
Them man write books in the station,
Good is good and bad is bad
But you don't know which one you had
She put your books out on the sidewalk
Now they're blowing 'round
They won't
brother
Hello, my brother
I'm doing what Elizabeth Gilbert did in the book Eat, Pray, Love
I'm in the basement conjuring my brother through a chalk Gate
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
face
Tryna love the wrong people i done got my heart buck
Had to go a long journey just so i can write this book
They ain't never show no love but Fin
you.
don't wanna be liked by you.
and i never wanna be in your books.
and i never wanna be in your books.
don't wanna be loved by you.
i don't wanna be
didn't call bush's bluff
We live by the pen, and die by the gun
Any records kept must be expunged
People filled with hate, what happened to love
We want it
made so many positions, some I cannot even find in a book you know?
Baby rides for love,
Relate?
Ooh, make me scream baby, please
You know the way I
romantic encounter.
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
romantic encounter.
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.
smiling, Johnny is not
Every night you can hear him sing
He says, "Our love is bein' kept alive by artificial means
You've grown emotionally attached
You gon judge a book by its fucking cover, not surprised
You could love a look but you gon have to work to keep it alive
I wasn’t supposed to put my
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
bye bye!
Cuz I be dead hidden with Christ
Written inside the Book of Life Life
Lord you be shining bright bright
And tell the devil loosen off of this
the cooking by the book...
Then you'll have a cake.
We gotta have it made.
You know that i love cake.
Finally, it's time to make a cake.
We gotta have it
sad that papa is gone
You always stood by side
To love and treat me right
About the real book of life
Mama use to tell me singateh
Never do things
pretend, you not one of them
You so special and
I think I'm in love with my best friend
You always by my side
I could get up right now book a flight today
I
for a fresh meat
By hook or by crook
You'll be first in his book
For an impaled affair
By hook or by crook
You'll be last in his book
Of flesh
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