Lyrics:
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
(Can't you tell)
I see no point in faking, if nobody told you girl you look amazing
Girl you look amazing, uh
Don't send for me, I'm too far gone
Your way
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
When you make the Kool-Aid
You put your own amount of sugar in it
Sweet, sweet love to your taste
To your own specifications
Now tell Kool-Aid,
talkin' about? Okay
This is sort of like jazz in it's
Own peculiar way jazz is not dead
It just smells
Funny! Okay, let's go! yeah man, jazz man
You know
their own sweet way
She is like a summers day
Cranesbill in the meadow
Searching for the words to say
When a kiss would bring such pleasure
I asked if
so easy
Well, I believe in love now here I stand
You wonder why.
I'm on my own
Why did it end this way
On my own
This wasn't how it was supposed to be
(Can't you tell)
I see no point in fakin'
If nobody told you girl you look amazing
Girl you look amazing
Don't send for me, I'm too far gone
Your way, my
heard it, I hope you got the reference
Repeatin' sentences, I must be insane
Like Miles Davis, after he did Sketches of Spain
In that era when he was just
guard forgot why I was here
What I'm shopping for
Candy coated pixie sticks
Hookers by the slurpee machine
Looking to turn tricks for fix
As I reach up in
When I started my journey in fresh childlike trust
I believed that the Lord's way was best
I would read in His word how He mothered the bird
inside your head
In a prison cell all your own
Just let yourself go, get your body out of bed
You don't have to do it all alone
Well it's a sweet life,
sound?
Tell by your hugs that you're sticking around
Jump in my arms now you kissing me now
I can tell that my Mommma's real
Ha
I love you
Sweet
there's a Heaven
You would think they'd let ya
Speak to your son
(Pretty sweet) Maybe she has in the
Form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a
Stroller
know I can never be your own.
Your lips on mine are like sweet sweet wine,
But we're headed for a wall of stone.
Warning signs are flying by us
about my way
But his way, 1 way, sweet like cheesecake
In my own zone on the highway
Y'all breaking down by the mile, aye
Cars pullin in for High Way
It's
a good while
Your cowboy manners and your hard miles
Should've known better than to love you
You make the world fade when you call me sweet baby that way
talking,
Finding out about the things we've shared in the miles we've been.
He had a gray pillowcase full of books by Durrell,
And he had this old
swept aside for speaking your mind about the hell you went through
I used to be in it 'til I found my way to these miles and miles of truth
I used to go
O I forbid you maidens all
That wear gold in your hair
To come or go by Carterhaugh
For young Tam Lin is there
There's none that goes by Carterhaugh
(Clap your hands to what he's doing)
Ayo Pete, man
They gotta pardon us for being on this city shit
The way we are (on tempo, okay?)
Either they
Sugar sweet you wanna get a taste of me
We're gonna be
All sweet
I can't wait to see a change in our day in age
I can see the pain I still see it day
that fire through the if you can
But cook my sorghums thick 'n' sweet
Well that's the way they're fittin' to eat
Dance to your daddy, my little lady
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