Lyrics:
It is the reason of my distress,
And now I'm feeling alone,
But I think that I'm not the guy ,
she will get impressed by,
There are lots of man, she
a man by my side
To make my life complete
Let me tell you one more thing that I don't need
I don't need a man to live with
I need a man I can't live
and I'm a He-Man
I'm a six foot one inch block of dynamite
I'm Flash, in shining armor
And I love to rescue damsels in distress
And my wave length is always
despise and I deplore and detest
The tabloids and newspapers better known as the press
And so much propaganda that it leads to distress
Magic Johnson,
My usual guess is that they chose to digress
Disillusioned by greed, causin you to distress
Just do what's best, clean house, leave out
Them punks
a miz-ill
It's all part of the plan
Distress in dam
Smoke it Gram by gram
It's not all for the gram
Its clean wont jam
U wont know who I am
On a yard man
irritated scowl
Another nail in the coffin
Another man down
You used to think
It would all make sense
But as the time goes by
It made no difference
So much
in my flesh
decisions to suffer bonds that of the startin distress
no less than foolness tribulated to bless
peace once released from the grip
Retracin' steps from the place I've grown up
I'm sittin' next to the man I wanna be
First gotta get back to what I've done up
This ain't a game 'less
memory Abandoned... by time Through ages of depravity Abandoned... by time Though we thought the time was done when man preys on man like beast Man is
burnt out
A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in Botany Bay
A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way
I'm gonna have to alter my address
of you appeal to me
You feeling me? woo
Man I didn't think so
By the way you keep forgetting what I say
So leave me alone
Miles Morales, I said Miles Morales
A P.O.C spidey that's where my morale is
By day askin' where AP calculus class is
By night throwing out
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
your little black dress, that was promised by six
Is it just rotten luck, when we're doing the town
That the fates should conspire, to let us mortals
Run down on your mans, uh, stick up
Put him in the sand and don't let him get up
And all of these bitches
I'm so fucking sick of
And you better fight
Run down on your mans, uh, stick up
Put him in the sand and don't let him get up
And all of these bitches
I'm so fucking sick of
And you better fight
don't worry bout my haters man I'm tryna prevail
I been going out and hitting licks its all by myself
When I pull up with that glock on 23 I'm bout
it's God with us We keep moving forward we Neva gonna stop
Being with our Lord
God with me I'm feeling amazing
Can't you tell by how I walk can't you
eighty years or more
Will it be moral or will it be right
One man's frown is another's smile
I'm outwitting my outwitted mind that I'm defeated by
Why
the air is cold like ice
She never knew this life before, turned a whore from
Years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress
Now it's distress and visits
humanity, they let you down
So turn to Him (YEHOVAH) and not to man, they already leave you to pull through, our GOD already overrules you, resist the evil
his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And ?, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish
chick's
My man go get you a princess a real good women like Jasmine
Don't you be in distress she will come, so fuck the chagrin
Fuck don't try to impress
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