Lyrics:
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
didn't know that because on the day she met him the step family were bigging him up using my accomplishments and that made him seem like the man and she
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
"A movie or a measure?"
I'll have a cup of tea
I met a man in a rock and roll band, he said won't you come with me
I let him know that I could not go, you see I get mine for free
We are all
tell me I must reap just what I have sown
Darlin', I hope it's not true
For once I made plans of living alone
But that was before I met you
I thought I
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutant
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea
and there's alternate universe
So it's very important for me to get Hoover
Out because in an alternate universe
I am him and I have to go
And get him free
think you ballin' but your body's callin'
Free fallin' all in, fuck the bumpin' and grindin'
Have you jumpin' and whinin'
When I'm climbin' I be doin'
him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure?
I'll have a cup of tea
When I met you in the restaurant
You could tell I was no debutante
You asked me what's my pleasure
"A movie or a measure?"
I'll have a cup of tea
the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man
There he caught him a ride
He said, I just got loose from
back, sister saying I look like I ain't eat
Trap must have fucked up my appetite, living off Doritos
And meal deals from sainsburys or from Torquay
and end these wars
Rebuild it all brick by brick
I'm taking you down and I'll do it alone
Have no need for a clone I'll be breaking each bone
This land will
spell
Gotta love thy beast cause you know him well
You met each other by the gates of hell
Love him madly if you dare his bite is lethal so beware
When
previous ones
Your eyes are familiar to mine every time
The Story of Wolf and Panther
My soul
We met in a different dimension again
You are the grey wolf
I
Creator has the capability To grant us credible success in life
So we must always make Him Our point of focus and priority In serving Him
By following all
I had a dream last night that the two of you met
You were sitting side by side talking like old friends
You looked just like I remember wearing that
down, bitch don't gimme no flowers
Smoke exotic or get sick so bitch don't give me no sour
He asked me, could he have her back, I told him give me four
the road, poor boy,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road.
Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man;
There he caught him a ride.
He said, "I just got loose from
broke, then you broke wit' a nigga
Stand by me, Fill my needs
Heal my wounds, be my peace
I need you, you 'ont need me
But together we'll forever be free
And soon we reached Bermuda's isle where I met with Captain Moore,
The commander of the Flying Cloud from out of Baltimore,
He asked me if I'd ship with him
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
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