Lyrics:
"Hey! Even patron had to stand in line and wait"
This is god's work handcrafted by karma
I'ma always be here laughin' and clownin', last til' I promise
As I was out walking one night in the park
Cupid was out on the town in the dark
And I couldn't resist as I saw him walk by
So I asked him why he
could go
He wants to show what it's like to live up here (Usher)
And travel the world in a fat, black, queer body
How many minutes 'til the end
minds clearing
Eyes open wide consciousness appearing
The vehicle's the body guided by divine steering
Got gods talking through me if you listen you can
the song Tinseltown by the Blue Nile comes on
When something sits right on my stubborn body type
When she doesn't know the words but still sings along
Light from our dreams
Works its way through the seams
Of this fractured love
We thought to be unending
Worn by the years
And some newly created
story about a nigga
Who lives his life by the fuckin trigga.
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast
the only moment in the history of the universe that we will be here
Together, celebrate by being here
was that I felt
A giant rubber band was attached to me tightly
tied to my waist by the girl who had saved me
to make sure I'd return one day
but
Chorus 4X:
Man I got that Home Grown.
I don’t care ‘bout the Dow Jones.
The economy could crash tonight
And yo’ whole life savin’s couldn’t save yo’
I'm gonna make you sweat
The way a pig sweats on a hot day
'cause I'm feelin' real sexy, baby, real sexy, ooh yeah
That's right, I'm gonna put me
the scenes
In tight jeans that blows all
Your boyfriends to smithereens
On a scout to get humped out from the zone
Bumping Babyface
When everything's live, I
action
She had a body like Ms. Jackson
I knew that it was trouble when she passed by
But she was so fly
She invited me over
So I hopped in the Rover
war
I ain't pullin' up with straps
I'll throw a bomb in your car pussy nigga
What it is? I'll bring it to your front yard
Where the fuck your mama live
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
I'd be in heaven
Cuz I past nine lives back in '87
Deep in this rap but it's just like the streets
I see the same killas, hustlas, and freaks
I remember
[Buddha Monk]
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that
labels only props they get is in Saturday Night Live skits
Then off buildings for tryin to diss me this and that
Kidnapped they kids like I was starrin' in
throat
Lord hold me in your bosom, Satan's on my track
Help me lose him, I know you're on your way
Whether it's 2 years, 20 years and so forth
The point is
which path to take
I just hope it's not another mistake
Confused by the things that I'm feeling
Guns that I carry, hoes that I'm drilling
Tell me is
you're standing here now
I know I don't say it enough
But I long for your body and I live for your touch
All the moments when its just you and me
Right
I don't live in California, I'll inform you, that's not where I reside
I'm just a tenant, paying rent inside this body and I
Got two windows
ripe, we eat them all
Tangling vines around our shoes
I'm counting on every day with you
One sweet bell around us two
There's romance, everyday
To the heart that can't find faithfulness
To the body wracked by sickness
To the family that is torn in two
Where the children aren't secure
'Cause
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