Lyrics:
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
and hold me with Urgency
Society does not care
Love ain't the message
If a person would dare beat me to the palpitating rhythm of my heart
Ribs cracking
still gone get it if I want
I loved some niggas turned clone,
I love some bitches turn cold
But that shit got my as on rhythm,
And now I'm golden with
I don't like white ones, they plain
This playa came in with a cane, whenever I get on a plane
I'm close to the LeMoney, I'm closer to Nana, got
All my life was a paper
Once plain, pure and white
Till you moved with your pen, changin' moods now and then
Till the balance was right
Then you
when you fall
I'll catch you when you fall
There's no one else but you
Now, you're flying high but honey by and by
You're gonna cry for love that's
I've always thought love can make a difference
My life, off white
Brought up by my own type
That ain't right
First class, near passed
Life lived
I've always thought love can make a difference
My life, off white
Brought up by my own type
That ain't right
First class, near passed
Life lived
don't care
Even though we're different, as day from night
Love is so much bigger than plain ol' black and white
I got myself a man who's tall, slim
Drowning up in her like it's a tsunami (bitch)
Dunking on niggas like Bronny (bitch)
Opp ahh nigga gon' fly high (fly high)
Turn a white tee to a tie-dye
flow no mo
Diamonds sing shining
So la
See what I did there
Black ts white low
And you know I can't forget the os
I just landed
Bills go start look
tribe but limited sources
Guard the vintage the future is the Kids present and gifted minding my biz
Taught by hood saints like Aunt Doris plant life
this licor by myself
Got me stressed up
Feeling hella lonely plus girl
Huh
Guess what
Thinking bout you while in bed
Bitch i stayed up
Had dreams in them
goes by
I always tell myself it's gonna get better then this
And when it does
Feel the rhythm of the drums kicking
Always tell myself it's gonna get
be dancing, prancing, egg of love hatching,
In that plain dress but you make it high fashion.
Option 1:
You the other half of my fraction,
You make me
Low light from candles burning by the blue
madonna, in the altar, on the white wall,
Rosalia, turning to him:
I see your history
in your
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
the rhythm and shove our way
through a soundtrack to make love.
Run, my Elyan,
I drove today close by your place,
now I'm the music for you and someone else.
thoughts and feelings warped into reel
Got you hooked up and dumb struck bars in a meal
I paint the galaxy still with a white quill
That’s poetry
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
fall
I'll catch you when you fall there's no one else but you
Now you're flying high but honey by and by you're gonna cry for love that's true
So
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
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