Lyrics:
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
David logeman (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Jimmy carl black (vocals)
Ahmet zappa (vocals)
Moon zappa (vocals)
She confides within her group chat
Craig David can you fill me in
When I sneeze somebody speaks my name
What's the reason for the defamation
We've
accessible
Style impeccable, dick unforgettable
Craig David fill me in girl yo time is flexible
Look they swear they never see you when you coming up
Got
And they don't know who did it
I'm Craig Jack the Ripper
I be rolling with some niggas in the city and you prolly know
Anything you see me with you have
Music, BMI
Produced by: Wyatt
Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling, Wyatt's Woodshed Studio, Chapel Hill, NC
Cello and Viola: David Henry at David's House,
make sure
We in the same space
Since you left
Fill me in like Craig David
Is you is or is you ain’t gon be my baby
That body body body drive me crazy
Got
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
done with me
You still all tahm 'bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you
for me and you
Another year with nothing to do
Another year for me and you
Another year with nothing to do"
In 1970, David Peel's second album came
neighbours
Cramp in her leg when I shake it
Bending the back while I'm
Changing the playlist
She wanna do man to Craig David
But it weren't 7 days that I
Throw me a twenty in the tip jar
I'll sing you some Rambling Man
Make it a fifty and I'll even play a little Lynyrd Skynyrd some Sweet Home Alabam
If we
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
You know what?
'Cause I'm gonna say
Yeah, Craig David
7 days
Check it out, yeah
On my way to see my friends who lived a couple blocks away
You know what?
'Cause I'm gonna say
Yeah, Craig David
7 days
Check it out, yeah
On my way to see my friends who lived a couple blocks away
did dirt the shit had hurt when I was splurging with the team
I'm in a vert
I be hanging out
Flirting with the V's
I drive by
Air it out but that's
breath (Yeah better breath)
I keep this glock in my sleeve (My sleeve)
I keep this glock on me when I'm asleep
Niggas want beef? (Want beef?)
I might just
bang (fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These
passed me by (passed me by)
Two souls entwined in the blink of an eye, yeah
And I had to figure out what I'd be missing
So I turned to you and asked you
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
spot 'cause we both got hot?
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be
artist in the game
The first time they started to market my name
I started to change
Smart but hardly could think logically
The insane part of me layin
We was on the block like Craig and Smokey
We was smoking like Cheech and Chong
Me and my bitch pulled off in that UH
That shit look like a Mobile Suit
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
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