Lyrics:
Why wonder in how
I love is sleep
Without you
Under the moonlight
I take in my time
I silk in get it word
Any to by my side
Why did you leave me
like silk, shining in the moonlight
Grooving all night, making the party ignite
Chin sloth, rollin' in with a chin so tight
Sexy in the moonlight, we
French, but I left my Future on her blouse, yeah
Connected like computers to a Mouse
I can show you how to move, just Take a trip to the south
Intrigued by
the cycle of pain and recovery
We float on by
And when we land, we bite like a butterfly
Then we lift off
We are the empty worlds that are drifting by
a kick stand i'm the right mannnnn
With the right plannnnn
I got a jacket made from a fuckin' silk oat
Got silk goats bob Hope
Rap Game Barbie bitches
Curtains are moved by the wind
Lost in a castle that’s made of words
I am locked in
Upstairs there’s a door
I hear a liquid noise
I look for water
I
Needles in her veins
She can't stand the pain
Voices in her head
She is almost dead
Time is passing by
She is forever my dear bride
Hope is like a daydream
pleasure runs through my veins
Like waves in the sea
Your lips taste like honey
Your caresses are so soft
Like a silk scarf
Like a silk scarf
Step by
darker
Than his nemesis black saviour
Beaten and bruised
Tortured and used by society
Still walked on
By but everybody got A-verge
We don't comprehend
We
Chorus
I’m low key
I’m low pro
Do my thang
Incognito
In my mode
So, I stay in the flow
Smoother than silk I finesse Indeed though
Verse
worth the deed
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses time and again
But if you never try,,, If you let the chance slide by
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses will not
lungs and heads in space
Spin around and laugh and cry, let time pass us by
Teenage years are meant to waste
Uniforms of silk and lace
Will fall away
to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope that you won't see me in my
shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee
And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain
to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little
Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had to pause
When I seen her young nigga had
Choppa got a ring
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Save by the bell, Choppa got a ring
Boom by the bing, let it sing
Pullin' up on my lane, that's my lane, I'm
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
Im looking out the window
Im waitin at the door
To see if youll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
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