Lyrics:
to
Shall pass
My God
I gotta
Make it
This house
On fire
My heart
No home
I'm feeling
So alone
So alone
Lord it's
Time that I get focused
I stay on some
So, by the time I get to you it'll be all play
Dancin' my tongue around where your pink drawers lay
We freaks but you creep's y'all wanna peek y'all
exposure
Over & over
Who is that girl in my skin?
In my skin
Here in this crowded room
Under the pale white moon
Blinded & lost in the lights
Looking for
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
, girl, girl
She's my digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
My digital girl
Not a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind, shawty
Hey, don't
what you sayin'
Bring a couple buddies wit you, girl we ain't playin'
Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me
Has some niggas come by later
, message
Shorty said I’m flexin, flexin
She don’t get the message, message
Mix and match my shoes with my Moncler no I don’t care
Yeah I’m feeling different
And you're the only girl I'm thinking of, ooh
I call my baby on the phone
Got to get a message just to let her know
That if she ever feels alone
To dial my
some time?
girl you been running through my mind, running through my mind
let me ? through your mind, nigger don't you worry?and let me know
i've been
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
was smiling I was kind wiling
Thinking I was dialin' in
She gave me the impression that she was getting my message
So I'm testing
I threw it out
and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinking of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com Sense MC
Baby
stay up and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com
stay up and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com
just wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as real as can be
Yo, in my house, the lights out
No utilities in the facilities
And the fire in your eyes
Looking arsenic
If I say it to your face
Talk about it
Put your hands in my face
Like you're childish
Girl he was a mess
I know he put
drowning in Hennessy
Crowded by your lies, girl it's hard for me to breathe
Throwing dirt on my name, girl why you dirty me
Dirty up the picture, why you
effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
My man internal All-Star Dave
My man on the sax Andy
We got
at your house
Girl, we started on the floor
Now we face-to-face (Face-to-face)
Start a little slow, now pick up the pace
(Pick up the pace)
Everythin' I
Girl let me tell my story
Shared by me don't need to worry
This girls are the same
They are in my brains
Saw this pretty girl shinning under
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
instead
And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other
In another life, you still would've turned my head even if we'd met
On a crowded
and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinking of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com Sense MC
Baby
thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
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