Lyrics:
mean you gang
That don't mean you gang (yeah, check, man)
Just because I showed a lil' love, that don't mean you gang (yeah, yeah)
I'm still wakin'
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
house
Don't mind the vampires living upstairs
This place is full of spooks and scares
But I hope you'll give me a chance
In here we'll build our own
on it
Up early tryna get ready yo home girl saying come on now
Just to rush to men who gone run they mouth
Tryna rush in to get in your house
Whats beauty
brick
Floor by floor
Bit by bit
Board by board
We’re still building
Building us
Well we made our bed and we still lie in it
Life flies by bout a mile
Hop back in the car
100 miles ago we chose to leave for the sake of our sanity
We couldn't find a place to live
So we spent 12 days seven hours
a pair of boots a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house
She sang as she
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the sun
But I’m trying to get by
I’m trying to get by and I
Haven’t left the house in days
But I still see your
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
springtime, we still pacing
Momma sent him out the house
Said you gotta chase your dreams
Don't keep waiting for the money
But be yourself by any means
Momma
to Alice Paul
Black women still wait, standing proud and tall
Politicians can finally recognize our plight
We can make change, turning wrong into right
Get
envy,
This is why we wear our uniform!
Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome!
Hatred, dreaded in this house!
Ready to fight hatred with love? Join
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
to the woods
and just leave them there.
Hansel was in the next room
and heard what his stepmother said.
After hearing that,
Hansel went out of the house
Build me a house where I belong
And I'll sing you a song
Aeh-oh, I love you amigo
Sit by my side where you belong
And I'll be your wife
Aeh-oh,
am a man who understands your reticence
I am a man who still does what he can
To dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who has heard all he can
her for her house he still did it, and we even spoke about how this would affect Kwame, and he said he loves Kwame and still sued my mum.
Kwame looks
head
Well, it feels like we're living in the house of the dead
Won't you take my hand? We'll dive deep in the unknown
We'll shake until our souls are
of it might still
Somehow make me a better man
I've started something I can't finish
And I barely leave the house, it's true
I keep a wrap on my
to hide ourselves from the dark
{Commission #4}
Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips
But are we still shackled down by the fucked
to find
A decrepit house that tombstones share
It's days like this that make our lives worth living
Spontaneous adventures
Getting lost in the music
Still
said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that
your smile
And we went our separate ways, ain't no problems now
(You're so far away from me)
Cause one day we gon' still get down
Yo, this one is
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
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