Lyrics:
getting funky
But I'm slightly tan
Smooth 4 door sedan
Slapstick Comedy
Cousins of Jackie chan
Jam Band in the stands
Manual to be driven
Automatic is
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the strangest sight I'd ever seen
I was standing by the jukebox
I watching the club empty out
When somebody tapped me on the shoulder and said
Hey man it's
gotta be white
Somebody gotta do their part
Somebody gotta be bright
Somebody gotta be up
Somebody gotta be down
Somebody gotta be the teacher
the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody
the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody
blap, blap, blap, blap, blap
This be that driving music
Windows low, cruise with me
Music pumping, seat back
No seat belt but we strapped
And relaxed
She said she listened to my music
She in love with the acoustics
She listens to it everyday Takin' all her pain away
She listens to my music, aye
But
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
the gunshots blow
Somebody's got to die
Nobody got ta know
That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gonna
the dark 'cause I'm locked 'n da closet
Chorus:
Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin
livin' all alone
Somebody's needin' somebody, the way I do
Somebody's wantin' somebody, they can hold on to
To be loved by somebody, that's the way it
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
Chorus:
When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me
Verse 1:
It's ten o'clock and darkness
on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
leaves you feeling empty (ha, you can keep that mid love)
I don't wanna be let down again
Been around the world and I-I-I, know it's going crazy
I
It's ninety-three degrees,
And the radio says a storm front's movin' in
Sure is hot
There's a double feature down at the Fox,
But everybody's
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