Lyrics:
mouths to feed, fatigued by tribulation
This is a system where only a select few find their way
Separation between hard work and lax minds
Draw outside
Where's that gal with the red dress on? Some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me, way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm
back at yourself
I'll be the bigger man now
Give a little help
[Chorus]
Give the love around back around it goes
Around it goes (x2)
Give
Back on my shit
Back i won’t miss
Negative energy all got dismissed
And I’m back on my shit
Flex on yo bitch
Back of the tag got no price pay
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
You see that girl with the red dress on,
Some folks
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
yes, on the mic
I said the girls keep comin' back every night
'Cause I dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes, even the Queen
In
that day I seen the news
About them couple jurats that came on endz
And left in wet clothes looking all red
(Interlude)
Left him back that’s man down
to all of you
Go and telephone, or tell a friend
The man known as Super Rhymes is back again
And all you fly guys, I tell you this
I take your fly
Yeah
It was Harlem at the ruckus
I saw you with your man, a smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coupe with my hat turned back
Don't know what Ima do
Cuz I be feeling like I'm hurt
She the reason I can't trust and why I always be alert
Man I seen her like my wifey
Dress You down
Thank you God for all my setbacks
'Cause he the reason I'm able to give back
This feel like my Sunday morning jetpack
Feel like I sent the prayers
Damn check out shawty over there in that dress
Man she look like a little hood version of Halle Berry
Man I gotta get her straight up
Saw her
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
The next
need you to)
I need you get back to me quick
(Ay no)
I need you get back to me quicker
Like how you pose for the picture
Sipping on wine you don't really
head, that's a beacon
Feeling super lost, so don't give me a reason
All cards in, get it by any means and
Feel invincible like I'm G-Man
Air Force one's,
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
Ran in my mind
Till her legs got sore
Chill for a minute
Homies gonna talk
Okay I ain't with it
Gon' say they the man
Then dip when they hit it
Lil boy
[Talking:]
You Ready?
Yeah! I'm ready, I'm back baby!
Let's get it,
Hello ladies (yup),
I know you miss me baby (songbook)
Don't think I met
up
Can I leave with you?"
"I don't know but I'm thinking bout
Really leaving with you"
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I
up
Can I leave with you?"
"I don't know but I'm thinking bout
Really leaving with you"
I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
I
who goes for minds one trip
Day by day with sunshine soak in a room back sunlight
Yo I could see her lying back in a satin dress
In a room where
seeking to hear God when he's speaking
At one time, my mind, just, couldn't conceive
A woman had to dress a certain way to believe
But, in the same
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