Lyrics:
right now
I'm gonna have to put you on hold
But wait, James, are you even listen
Hey James
Hey James, how ya doing?
Has your life changed since the fame?
and rugrats and some of the most powerful people, I love that
C'mon
[Outro: Rick James, (Backup singers)]
(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what
an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton
close your eyes"
Now it's Pharrell's turn to
Spin a track-in-progress
They listen, bobbing their heads slightly
Occasionally both bursting into song
When
you, got you, you-you)
What is your love language? What you prefer? (Turn)
Kinda new to all of this madness but for you, I'm willin' to learn (turn
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
life
Summertime with cotton candy skies, something out the ordinary life
In this world I'd give everything to find your love in this memory
Summertime
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
And your rope is a-slidin' 'cause your hands are a-drippin'
And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
to that idea
I got cotton mouth you know how it go
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Look i wonder if I fail just how
Many will go to hell
I'm trying to send good
and hearing about is being caused by the government themselves? And people knew how easily each one of us individually could turn our ecological and human
Me and you together watching cotton candy skies
I love it when the pink and blue reflect off your eyes
Normal people fall and they die but every time
on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
of faith
James 1:3
Today, I thank You, God, that the testing of my faith produces patience
To wait for Your Word to manifest in my life
James 1:6
Today, I
retreat into advance"
What Roosevelt sketched out in his
Speech is the knife’s edge
That separates failure from success in
Life that edge is your attitude
This a tie
Chilling under cotton candy skies
Love it when you look me in my eyes
Promise that we'll never ever lie, til we die
This a tie
Chilling
an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton
a snack
Saw a daddy and something grew in my pants
Love that, here’s a life hack
Use code James for 10% off
That was the key now we switching back
I woke
If love's a fire
Then boy I wanna be engulfed in flames
I'm not here to play your stupid games
I want you to myself
We've got all night
You know some
I'm outta church—that buildin'
Man, my body, the church—I'm buildin'
And I ain't bond by your limits—ceilin'
Here's a shovel for all your feelings
Go
like you)
I'm a college student sitting next to James Holmes
His mental light ain't on n the love him like ain't showin'
So I gotta invite him
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