Lyrics:
our own sweet time
Just like in the movies
Take my hand and trust me on this
Cloud nine just like mile high
Trust me on this
Cloud nine just like mile
The way you shake your booty
Gives your schoolgirl game away, yes it does
You're just a sweet talker, bad daughter
An' you've just begun the bitch is in
smooth like
with a little bit of Miles Davis to get you in the mood like
zoom boom hit the poom-poom right
Just to get your groove right
I can make it
a large, uh glandular organ in your abdomen
You know it's uh, it's reddish brown, it's sort oh uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, I know what it is but, I'm using it
used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school
It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through
And said
drinking sink in.
There's nothing Willie can come through with that you cannot crew with within your own mindset and
Unless you're Miles Davis there's
In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking
Individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life
Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose
wanna catch your shit
You're dumb, in fact you're thick
Played at your own game, pack your shit
No game, but I'm not a no name, I'm an artist
Got
his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the belt again
Now they want me in the army but they
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
pearly white smile
Enough to make me walk a thousand miles
Or it could be those sweet lustful eyes
When you show me a glimpse of your thighs
In the red
to the judgment of myself
As long as I do good along my travels
You'll be fine, keep your grind
Keep in mind, your own overall health
So I'ma type my feelings
down
Shit get sweet, the label doin' anything now
Half a band, purple Benzo
I'm gone, it's a wrap
Breakin' down 'cause you scared to own your bags
Not in a bad way, but I’m a good way yea
You remind me of my oldma
Not in a bad way, but I’m a good way yea
Cause you sweet just like milk candy
Cause
the county
Trying to find a better way
Surrounded by these debts to pay
Looking for a brighter day
But still it's all the same
Nothing new
Several distractions
Authority militants
Marie Von Franz, Emma Jung, or hero journey into being impotent
Dancing with your god and smoking a blundt
On some horses in the Spanish
the blink of an eye
(And it feels so fine)
Now your touch
Is a Miles Davis bop
(Well you know, sugar, some like it hot)
No more trying
To be someone I'm not
is was to run a mile
I tell you all of that to say
Sometimes to reach your goals you need a slow consistent pace
It's not a race
I have a friend she
find your way
So practise what you pray
Don't run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
I am dreaming in
Wrist, I Lead In cssist (Yeah)
cnd If My Bitch Don't Get Her Way She Throw c Hissy Fit
I Took Her From c B To c D Real Quick
cnd My Name Tatted, She'll
me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics
my way, swing my way
For my sexy sexy girl with yo' sexy ahh
I'm a little intimidated by your smile, by your look
I'm a little intimidated by your sexy
I can take a plane high up in the sky and fly for a million miles
Write a melody so sweet, make a tear turn into a smile
I can see the color
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