Lyrics:
she's with the kid, then she's nobody's
Call me Mr. Louis V, them other dudes is swap meet
My swag perfect, them other dudes sloppy
We both hot, fire
of ice
Tlatsa my glass to the rim
Now it’s time to turn up again
Hey Mr party hey Mr party
Iphi’after party Iphi’after party
Ngi phet icard u tshwere card
the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Breakfast In Bed"
And experience robs me of hope
That she'll make it back home
So I'm stuck
Cake
She briskly cried ""That's done,
My life's at last begun""
Sing Halleluhah, heigh-nonny-no
Heigh-nonny-no, heigh-nonny-no
""It's time I had some
to the test
Yo again, I pass
Check out the flying colors
All the sisters and brothers by my side
Still we ride with pride
U N I T Y
That's what calls me, same
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
a grown man scream
Too much smoking green
Deterred me from my dreams
Macking on a cutie
Trying to boost my self-esteem
I evaluate my self-worth
By
on the wall
Only seen by the people who learn to fall, uh
I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
are we on Maury
Another story, poor me, a few months in
My mom showed us the door she
Told us get lost like Dory
At my core deep down I'm at fault for
She was the prom queen, the world was hers
With a wave of her hand, whispered words
Hearts broken by her abilities
Addicted to the sweetness
I can only sleep with the fan on
White noise soothes me so
All ten toes down jus tryna stand on
Get up n get out here we go
She hold me down.
palaver
Trying to make p by the hour
Your Mrs, is that her
She's trying to serve it on a platter
Age thirteen I was dishing out food what you mean I was
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Or a hundred elephant
My baby, it's true
I'm gonna hunt you by your scent
Like Pepe Le Pew
And then me do it
Bang-ily, Bang-ily
Like rabbits they do
And then me
Pretend liberality but
Are practiced bigots in their
Own mean little spheres
I didn't tell my daughter whom to marry
But I'd have broken her
Back if she had
on the shelve
No one deserves to have there life fucked at twelve
If there's ever a day where your not by my side
I don't wanna wake up
We are tangled and tied
this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on, jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (play it play it for me)
the PTA was gonna meet
That very afternoon
And, boy, were they surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up
gonna meet
That very afternoon
And they were sure surprised
When Mrs. Johnson wore her miniskirt into the room
And as she walked up to the blackboard
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only
make you mine
On a sweet ride, your experience
She asked me what I was about
So I told her she had to find out
In an attempt to shut my mouth
She said I
She puts her hands out
Grabs onto me then
Looks into my eyes
And starts to lean in
And by surprise again
I fell for her the deepest
I was in too deep
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