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Ralph.
Aye, lady -- no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw!
Josephine.
(aside) How my heart beats! (aloud) And why poor, Ralph?
Ralph.
I am poor in
I really wanna be your lover (oh)
But I can never make up my mind
I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls, I
Really wanna be your lover
But I can
get hung up by the tree like she a ornament
Pussy too fire when i fuck her im recording it
She mad that i got another bitch
She reporting it
Felt like
generations to come
I'm sure you've heard
They say the word
Is that the worm
Goes to the early bird
Cause he deserves
What others don't because he works
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
cll us live
cll us die
You can't judge yourself from others
There's no hiding under covers
Perfection
It's all a lie
Since a kid, I based my worth by
yeah
Aye a
What you worth
Do I swerve
Hiting curbs
Off of birds
Pussies lurk
Cause they hurt
No I’m up
And they bisurk
Reckless like my shirt
Rise up out
silence I'm working
By my dolo I've slowly been learning
So I write down this pain and this hurting
To explain to you how I'm imperfect
I feel like one
Grizelda,
So proper judging others over her tea
You look just like her you do,
I know by looking at you,
That you've been listening to your auntie
seat
It's an emotional urge not a smile nor a frown
One step into the park you're in a whole new town
Maybe times were better before birds could fly
Just
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
hold it down for no reason
Without thinking free agency after the season
That shit for birds
And I’m at a loss for words
If you felt how I feel
Then you
If I were a mocking bird
I'd mock you
In soft winds
And silent words
I'd spot you
Like snow blushing in the sunlight
And I'd melt you
Like morning
my last dues
I'll cover the trails
I'm of no use here any more
I'm surrounded by fools
God, even the birds
Are singing the blues
I crowned you my king
and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, come
sounded hurt
Dad was in and out of bird
Mick and Richard had to learn to ruck for themselves
Must have been love for one and other that made them
tougher
over petite shit like women, weed and birds
Talking about how if you never saw each other again it would be too soon
I cant really talk though cos
TRUE, YOU’RE IN THE TRANCE.
SOME FOLKS FLY IN LOCKSTEP WITH OTHER BIRDS,
MIGHT AS WELL BE BLIND.
SOME FOLKS, SCARED TO SHOCK, TRY TO COUNT THEIR WORDS,
Come on take my hand
And we'll fly fly fly
Tonight Tonight
Fly fly
Tonight Tonight
Like two love birds
Like no other
Like the young love
Of the heart
You
hand
And we'll fly fly fly
Tonight Tonight
Fly fly
Tonight Tonight
Like two love birds
Like no other
Like the young love
Of the heart
You beside me
Feels
I'm by your side
In this darkness without an end
We gathered up our feathers like innocent
Little birds with wings that can't seem to fly
Although they
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
Gotta get this money that's my only concern
Gotta thank God for everything that I learned
I been broke too long man that shit for the birds
Can't
I can't stand to fly i'm not that naive
I'm just out to find the better part of me
I'm more than a bird i'm more than a plane
I'm more than some
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