Lyrics:
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
I'll Stand By You
Thomas Kelly Christine Hynde Billy Steinberg
Performed by Limberlost
Produced by Timothy Eaton
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears
THE ROARING TWENTIES
Words & Music by Dominic T. Kelly
This is your time
These are the moments
In the sun, my love
These are the days
Your starry
You wanna hold me down
But I am not the type you are used to baby
You could say I've been around
But you and all yah friends run the town so late
I
know what I am
Where have those days run off to?
Are they under my bed?
Are they hiding in my shed?
Are they in my cookie box?
Have they ever taken
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
Sole, dose one, alias, and pedestrian:
Cookie jar jaws 2 the sequel, the lawn holes,
Cookie jar jaws 2 the sequel, the lawn holes back, like hold
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
and it's heavy
Tell you in pieces 'cause it's way too heavy
My diamonds, the choker is heavy
More life to give on demand, are you ready?
Who keep 'em
conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
love with everybody's girl.
Look at Brenda there with Luke,
She's giving him the boot,
Ah, but Kelly's standing by.
Aw, and here comes my man Tom,
Ask
Kelly mountain road
Saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart
And a break apart
Voices in me
Stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy
For
nemám péro, ale bitches jako R. Kelly
Nepleť si mě s hoes, co ti vlezou do Panamery
Řekni kolik znáš frajerů co mě měli
Dva
Sharlota je čistej marketing
knocking
OG cookie got me coughing
I was depressed i am back to me
Shorty is back on me casually
When you aren't around i just fade away
They love you then
Catchin' the fire light with you by my side
A winter kiss acting all innocent baby
Wrapped up in a blanket playin' round like we're 18
Gimme just a second
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it,
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
the same?
Have I lost my mind?
To fortune cookie signs? There's only so much time. (yeah)
I travel to the sun
My eyes are open wide
A journey has begun
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