Lyrics:
with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be wrung;
He never should bow down
to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.
His foot should
Reverand, no Reverand," polite chit-chat,
Then I saw a dribble and I heard a splat...
(Wee-Splat!) Glodge of jism's landed on the floor
Left foot
The alleged assailaint, is five foot one
and she shot me through my soul
Feel my body gettin cold
[Mary J. Blige]
So cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner
girl! aha you feel!
..my feet…cause my foot…
my wrist don’t froze, my ear is heavy,
my fingers rock n’roll, broke bitches don’t get me!
chorus:
i’m fancy
conscious thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow
The other foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by a little niggas
No foot on solid ground
How could I last
Falling was all I knew
Moving too fast
No foot on solid ground
How could I last
There was no light
would be
Put my best foot forward for the better of we
Forever be together but forever it will be
Dollars on my mind (uh, right)
Shawty, wait for me
say
Look in the mirror doesn't feel any better
Magazine covers see my mama had better
Treatments cease and it don't fuckin' matter
Big foot, big
Damn boy, why you make it so hard?
Stop putting your foot on my heart
I know I did my wrong, I know I did my dirt
Didn't know how bad I would
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot, footprints
Now tell me what
Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To call between my lips
Two kangaroo fingers push
Through and scratch my back in rhythm
Slow foot
Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To call between my lips
Two kangaroo fingers push
Through and scratch my back in rhythm
Slow foot
you want three
If I give you two would you want three
If I give an inch watchu wanna the foot
If I give the foot watchu wanna the jaws
If I give
not the only one
And if your foot's on to sick a thousand "yes men"
Plan to break into the middle of this little plan
Then there's your plan to hear me
tipping my foot very close to the edge, edge, ahh
Just a few more of your seconds
And I need for me to repair
To neatly stand and spin it around in my
Lucky lips will always find
A pair of lips that will be true.
I don't need a four-leaf clover,
Rabbit's foot or good luck charm.
With lucky lips I'll
blind, blind
Blind, blind,
Blind, blind, blind, blind, blind
Somebody could have told us where they go
Crawling all around looking for foot, foot
washed down by the rain
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
I went to bed too late
And got up too soon
My poor head still spinnin'
From too much booze
I got a foot in the gutter
A foot in the grave
I
Is that you?
Is that
Is that really you?
To call between my lips
Two kangaroo fingers push
Through and scratch my back in rhythm
Slow foot
long 'cause the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave
Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak
Satan came down dressed
Them otha chicken-heads couldn't foot the bill,
But you, its somethin' about ya baby,
What it is? I don't know,
Maybe cause ya body just right,
Wit
Oh-oh-oh, feet don't fail me now
One foot in the gutter
One in the clouds
Feet don't fail me now
I just gotta move on
Life is hard, that's why no one
bread"
Don't ever hold yo head
I fell in love with skrilla
I'm still finessing niggas
One foot out, One foot in
Still tryna dodge the pen
Young nigga
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