Lyrics:
the phone
And said Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
And make sure he's alone
And send me a cheeseburger
up to say, "How ya doin' babe"
He's just that way
Leaves me little notes by my coffee cup
The sweetest poetry to me
Oh and every night he tells me
so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
And he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, just ask me bro,"
And I was supposed to get a job, I was
before I took the fall
You can't judge a guy just by his looks at all
He couldn't kiss at all
From the jump he had it going on
I knew he had
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
And remember when your Lord proclaimed
If you give thanks by accepting faith and worshipping none but Me, Allah
I will give you more of My blessings
But if you
throbbing
He's moving his head he's bobbing
He's got the notion
He's got emotion
He's just like you and me
He's toxic he's throbbing
He's moving his head he's
on doing great things
He's a Friend to the friendless He keeps on He keeps on doing great things
You wanna call Him by His Name Jehovah Jireh say jehovah
in need, he's more like my next of kin
So if you, are really down with me, it means you should be down with him
It's ya man G Nat, believe that
But
To this beast, when he wanted to feast
It was simple
But The King of the land
Wouldn't understand
Therefore it lead to this plan
First, let me tell you
upside the head of
My favorite baby seal he said Peak-a boo
With a lead-filled snow shoe
Hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin
You know that got me
back oh
I wanna love you back
I wanna show you that
You've not made the wrong choice by loving me (By loving me)
By loving me oh (By loving me)
By
the streets
He's my dude, and you better get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me
They say
That he does it with the best, runs it in
the streets
He's my dude, and you better get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me
They say
That he does it with the best, runs it in
somethin a little different right now
This is what I want you to do for me
I want you to tell all these people your name
Jazzy, tell em your name
(He
door (how much longer?)
And he's weak with evil and broken by the world (how much longer?)
And he's shouting your name and asking for more (how much
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
so wide
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his
on the other side
Now I'm so confused
(I don't know what to do)
He loves me
He loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
She
What up yall, I'm a take you on a lil Journey
Through the East Side of St Paul
Welcome to my hood
Pray for my people, Jesus Name
He's a Rubber Band
telling them, "Baby, bye, fall back"
He's so good and he knows how to love me
But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets
He's my dude and you better
Get
viciously
This guy I didn't know, walked up to me
But the closer he got, the more I could tell
It was the man they call Howard Cosell
The guy you'd see
I could not see Wally
You were so young
The call about he
While making this song it was not about me
I was so involved that I question why see
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