Lyrics:
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
, bed, bed
I'm staring at you while you sleep
You replaced it for beauty
Put my face up in your neck and breathe, aw breathe
Take you into my senses
Wake
place
So I watch this space
Then I murder a track
You've seen it on the news
You see it in the papers
All the same headlines
Over radio stations
You've
up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,
up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,
not
Seen that with a woman so
Show me the blueprint that's all I want you
To do - show me the blueprint
I think you are creating it because
Queen
free
For every heart, every soul
Pray in my bed, I'm losing control
I'm leaving you in S.O.S.
Turn of your dream, and confess
Love me baby, see my
and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, but on my street!
[Fresh Prince]
It was burnin in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat,
to make this paper
A concept so foreign first time getting paper
Now you've deeply fallen in love with this paper
Now you whip foreign because of this
hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
Cause I'm not a homo
Won't drill no door hole
I won't make a peep, so you can go
He grabbed me by my neck and said, "Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls of your friends you and I will claim.
You've
go to bed its time to go to sleep
You say you want to eat
I say eat in your sleep
You working my last nerves aint no bologna meat
You on your tippy
through
All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
Word up mommy, I love you
Word up
It was all you, word, you brought me in like this
I
of you constantly
The death of you is sucking the life outta me
You birthed 8 children 7 boys and me
I was your only girl child
You raised 6 males by
unless you make it one
I cut myself off from the world by pretending I'm ignorant of its pitfalls
In actual fact the world is ignorant of me
How can it
it's funny
And they wanna go and play on Spring Break
Stupid kids they gon' sleep
In the bed that they made and then be mad
When them same springs that
of moves
You're so close but out of reach
Your voice is haunting me
You've been talking in your sleep again
You talk in your sleep baby
You're talking in
to heal while you've been by yourself with your soul barred.
Hope It's true it's been too long
My pain is too great and I have nowhere to belong.
My
Me better know it better
Me better knew you better
Before i fell in love in rainy weather
You and i will never be together
It’s fact, know better
bring it y'all
So now y'all got a twenty pack
What's your address? You're welcome
And not your email address neither
D6: Reloaded front door, leggo
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