Lyrics:
the first time we coming back
[Jim Crow]
Ha, Cha Cha
We got the hoes in a headlock now Cha
A new millennium baby
Make 'em bounce, make 'em bounce
[Cha Cha]
else is hoistin' up land lubbers,
Battenin' down hatches n' doin' sail things.
The First Mate's hangin' over there on the rail
Havin' himself
the things that bring me to life
And for the first time I don't mind
That you found somebody else
And for the first time I'm totally fine being by myself
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your
to swerve
She was my first...
It's really awkward to write this, I feel so shamed by my ego
So let me drop the self-righteous lighting and empty the depot
First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some
retreating
To ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my hand print
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for
introduction
But by the way, hmm, nice butt?
Let's go chill so I can get to know you better
Her first name was Loretta, she drove up a Baretta
We got to my
Only thing kept me together was the ecstasy
They might say they love you jus for leverage
They might stick beside you jus for benefits
Remember days I
Okay, thank you so much
All right, put your hands together for Pappa D.
All right, everybody
Thank you
Thank you again, Jim
It's very nice to be here
you'll have to excuse me
Please please, please excuse me
You'll have, you'll have to excuse me
This will be my first time
By definition from grade
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
Start by kissing my ass
I'll start by rubbing your balls
We'll have a jammy time together
one and all
What will we do later on
when the butter runs
Come home for the first time since all this shit happened
Life has been so busy tryna get through all these classes
All on my mind has been nothing
to have a thing like you, on my team, you take care
Any other day, I would of just let you, pass me by
'Cause I see you got situations
And I've got mine,
Looking for a Job
It was Philly and the bartender said
"What?" and I said, "Give me a draft Jim
Got to get the nerves straight i'm going
To look for
in Genesis when we wrote books back then
And were the first storytellers of such things on earth
Well, kind of, OK not really
That's a privileged view
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
gettin' accused for abusin' white pussy
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just
Analyze the plug and the things
He could do for me, ghost
Let's go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke
(You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever
come first due
Oh you curse you
Lost your virtues
It's getting worse too
John got run down but he died of covid
Jim got shot dead but he died of covid
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on display in your wife B
frist things first
lets get it right be
i didn't even know you had like me
clear my throat try it in the right key
by now you know
Disgusted by our love and would not pretend
So what's a love that you won't defend
But a penny in your pocket that you cannot spend
Racism
You know that thing
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