Lyrics:
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
sing His praises, I know He's the greatest
He gave us this power, now these moments ours
Cause God got a plan for me, yes He does
I know God, I know God
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
a while
Little bitch, we're acting crazy
Little bitch, I'ma do this shit, feeling dizzy
Popping out with a kizzy
Shot by the boy and he ain't making him
Clouded by the lights (Flashhh)
Sharpie tats on my sleeve (Sleeeve)
Blinded by the white lies
I vomit what they never see (Blah)
Negligent to what's omitted
me show you how to do this (I do it)
I just need a pencil and a pad
Guy, follow me now
Couple record companies tryna call on me now
Tell 'em all
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
names
But we remember where we came from
I'm back to my roots, smoking homegrown in the sun
I love this little town, it formed my youth
Now I'm back in my
picture this shit
with six Aunts five Uncles
thugging a double apartment out
kids, cousins, and brothers
there I go in the pamper by the radiator
cursing
how far, we always come together
And now you girls grown up, lookin' brilliant as ever
I was raised by women, give my praise to women
So this song's
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
Illuminated by colorful lights
It's the Holidays, so I think I might
Might forego the celebrations this time
Because the last year just wasn't mine
And to me
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
stand it
This bad habit I have
And it's comparin' talent with other people I pass by
I find my life a little bit better with every climb
Accepting my
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
got these little kids running home
They don't want the zap zap straight to chromosome
Imma "volt absorb" so I guess that's my ability?
"Quick feet" so
the one for me
I can see you in my dreams
You've been stuck inside my mind
You've been stuck inside mine, for a long time
I just need shake this feeling off
times
I fail to see the light
I want some company
But I don't want to subject anyone else to this
Take away this pain
I want the calm
I didn't ask for
round here only love goes around
I'm that curly haired half cast from this little suburb
Leaning away from my dads side of the kerb
Was a good kid yeah I
doin' me in the meantime,
Get on a beat and I eat like a feline,
My baby found me she wanted to be mine,
Keepin' it goin' we found us a green light
Well I've got a car that's mine alone
That me and the finance company own
A ready-made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in
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