Lyrics:
Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smokey air
the money when they spend it
They're so offended by 4 words that need no explanation
In GOD we trust the motto of this greatest nation
Not just a motto but
Read My Lips
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "It's About Time"
Rollin' through life not hurtin' no one
Risin' in
the whole bed shaking
Finto dive in that pussy like I'm Jumping off a springboard
Really love them aquarius
Once ya get a little bit
Then you're gonna need
window, four tires gone
Child in a doorway, one silent song
Send in the young ones, reserve their graves
We're desensitized by their games
No road is
caress
Lookin for a pot of gold or four leaf clover win em over
Nobody told how to handle a grip
Every day hearin sirens
Praying that it ain’t it
Momma
just to deal with my existence
Blinded by my past stigmatism's
But now I walk the path of Shamanism
Where the wisdom is written letting knowledge be born
And it's feeling so real
While you're telling all real
And the moment's all real
Real
Moment's all real
It's like real
Tell me moment's all real
the hooch
“Whattaya think, new Chaplin? Or the juice joint on the loop?”
Oh, Virginia!
“To the gin mill!” cried Virginia. Hazel said, “you're on the trolley
Yeah I know you ones that run they mouth
Dudes who ride other dudes nills like on every single route
I'm at the point where I only do features with
on your court
Frantic from answers
Practiced to reciprocate
Questions they're prying for
Comical over stimulate
Atomically lit
Triggers deflect
caught me, there you were
The God of David won't be deterred
I know the Spirit of the Word
Was down in me
I was carried by the wind
When I told her I had
thirty months in prison
And that isn't meant in a literal sense as I never was a criminal
But a law abiding citizen stuck in his position
Itching for my
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need
a nice little mistress
After work like Kobe
Put in work to put my foot in first
Doing this shit without trying hard
Talking game cause I'm good with words
to the course,
Emission's my mission,
I look once and turn to the floor
© 2015 Words & Music by Devon William Murray (Noirre)
Recording © 2015 Pool Swimmer
May dear God help you
Tralalee, tralalay, tralala,
I must march on to meet my death.'
Ah, comrades, you pass me by,
As though I were done for
Blind by the lights when the music
Died and the show was done
The room was a crowd but it felt
Like we were the only ones
Where have you been hiding?
Written by: Words/Micky Braun, Moni Ackerman; Music/Micky Braun, Joseph Deeb
She said don?t waste my time I only got a little left and I
Want
ain't even friends, we're shit
Who knows nothing about relationships, arguing to bits
Tell me on your priorities, where I sit?
Are we attractive, no I'm
They're like Mac why you taking so long i tell them sekkle
You can't rush greatness every flower needs petals
Battling my mind is worst than battling
make it, I know it
And I never feel alone, ‘cause I know where my home is
I’m working so hard, just know it’s all for you
And know it is your name that
The party's here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver turn the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Guys in
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL words and music by Annie Dinerman
THE LADY DOWN THE HALL DOESN'T LIKE TO HEAR US FIGHT.
IT'S NOT BECAUSE SHE WANTS HER PEACE
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