Lyrics:
ordered a beer and looked around
This ol man came out of nowhere sized me up and looked me down
Said I can tell you ain't from Memphis but can you play
unless you make it one
I cut myself off from the world by pretending I'm ignorant of its pitfalls
In actual fact the world is ignorant of me
How can it
I'm a superstar
Disregard, everything you want, it ain't going hard
In my bag every single day like a goyard
David Blaine, I can show you tricks
Tell
a classic man
Grind crazy till my driveway look like a traffic jam
Resisting the temptation to David Ruffin yall
The way your bae watching
You can call me
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
hands pierced for you,
cll was written by David
In Psalm Chapter 22.
cnd now when the lights sparkle upon your Christmas tree,
May we all remember:
with David lettermen
Beating up the booth I be working like a Mexican
Beat a bitch dunnies down fuck her good make her tell her friend
Do you know how it
well
Ah - but all the love
In the world was not enough
So I couldn't
I wouldn't
I daren't say no
David - how you made me feel
Every crack in every
fucking show him off to me, I'll have a word with him... tell my band to come up
here when I ain't ready!" So, we get on stage, as I said, ten minutes early
Ay, is this thing on?
One-two, check
I'm still living by the same code
If you ain't know, you can ask around
The Son of David's saving
And He ain't
all up on the line
Too scared to fight, then go let David kill Goliath
Walk through the valley, but the lord is by my side
He heard my cry
Hold me
INSIDE OF ME
words and music by David Allen Slater
copyright 2008 David Allen Slater
WE GO ROUND AND ROUND EACH NIGHT
NEVER REALLY SAYIN' WHAT WE
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
Yeah, Psalms of David
She don't love me like I love her, no she don't
Get out the way, I'm coming through you lil hoe huh,yeah
Tell them niggas that
on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills
I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch
(david freeland)
Published by mother tongue music - ascap
Well the first thing I remember, was the way she smiled
And the way she looked at me
You can be touched you can be touched
You can be touched
Oh God, forgive me, mother
Please say a prayer for me needed a father
But he was never
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to the Master of the Ceremony
And tell em' that was on me...and keep the party goin'
So when the Emcee took a sip of the water that was miraculously switched
Not
pick up the phone
I'm just sitting by myself in Vegas smoking writing this song
I be thinking bout lil David
All my prayers go up to god
That we made it
passed me by (passed me by)
Two souls entwined in the blink of an eye, yeah
And I had to figure out what I'd be missing
So I turned to you and asked you
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