Lyrics:
an hour flat
Acapella, nigga, way off the sour pack
You nice my nig devoured that
A diesel when I'm on the track
Whitney Houston way before the crack
Bobby
Just a passin' for pussy I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen
This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen
Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out
words, missing a few screws
Keep saying you'll change your ways
But broken plates have weighed me down
I tried to love you in my mind
Gypsy John, I'll
Oh sweet mindfuck lady
Please love me like you do
Plagued by an image of days long gone
Flies on my dick
Never sit alone on a hit sticky
Escorted to the psych ward by the bobbies
Im in the box, don't mean I'm skrt
I'm a nutritional nut
Patterns of love in my mind
General pattern did we win
to shine on my name
I ask for love I can posess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less
glory to shine on my name)
(I ask for love I can't possess
I ask for God and his angels
To bless me)
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know
MELLOTRON 4000D & DYNO MY RHODES: Bobby Sparks II
Refrain:
The walls of hate are coming down
Let love transcend us into new worlds
Chant 1:
A righteous man
time, yeah
[Chorus]
She's got a little town talk
A pigeon toed walk
I'm hooked by the heart so its not my fault
She loves me strong, pours it on,
me But I know she love the smell
Came from them mud I ain't never had nobody Did it by myself and this music was a hobby
Haters try to stop me, I'ma
ain't got backpain, know you gotta love it
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made
someone's put a spell on me,
All my worst dreams are coming true
I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea
The curse of love is
My Puerto-Rican Princess
No hablamos ingles (No hablamos ingles)
When we're freaking
Love ain't defined by speaking
Love's like Bobby and Whitney
break it down boogie back
Hit the dope I got good crack
I love my stove I am a chef
I cook the coke like red leg zeff
You hit the dope Fried egg your head
of fuckin' an industry bitch]
Even though these my home girls
They still give me good head
Lil' Mo and Faith
I love y'all both
y'all got good head in them
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
got stopped by the jakes, they the nigga patrol
Damn near caught a case, almost lengthened a nigga parole
Shit had me blown, kissed my teeth and picked
ha ha ha-ha-ha, fuck you.
Wicked clowns, we'd like to say what's up, to the cobras, x-men, and
Counts,
And everybody with clown love, even sucks I
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love, I can possess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
ESMERELDA:
I ask for nothing
I
The moon she rides the tattered storm
On a ragged gypsy journey
The snow lies on the mountain
Like a cloak upon a king
My dreams go tumbling with
call you then
'Cause I'm a ramblin' man
I ain't ever gonna change
I gotta gypsy soul
And I was born for leavin' (born for leavin')
When I close my eyes I
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