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you in my life ever more (Come on!)

[Chorus: Patti LaBelle]
I know it cannot happen without you, you you, without you, oh, oh oh oh
Without you
even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
(Well, it started in the year
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
wishing to be in my position
Know good and damn well they ain't no competition
Huh, I gotta give it to you kid, that's ambition
For you to perpetrate
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
in?
Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
Late night, nearly happy standoff
How boldly blinded by bobby crossthievin van diva
Lever 2000 mic talk
rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
Cause the thug in me
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
to the oil

I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
and Kellz and my nigga Jeezy
Miss Patti LaBelle she ripped the first one off so fucking easy
Easy oh the streets need me
Bring back the shit that make you
rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
Cause the thug in me
rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors
Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me
Playa phony niggaz be buggin, I can tell
Cause the thug in me
New Attitude
Patti LaBelle

I'm feelin' good from my head to my shoes
Know where I'm goin' and I know what to do
I tidied up my point of view
I got
"Hi" for me
Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer
Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer
And my mind is like a full clip
And my competitions'
I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the be	-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
The head is the best part
My head cut my woodcut 

I saw you in the gallery
With your torso and family
A huge smiling central face
With eyes
Talking too fast
When I (see) my face back there you are
Wondering why
Might not be so
And I can't see your eyes

Days passed me by
Blood is on my
with my eyes closed
And one hand tied behind my back, in fact
Hold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wack
Beat concrete down and grains
Head bowed in silence
Scarcely sane in mind
Strung out, internal violence
Confusion fills my time

Stare back at my face, neurotic eyes
Joy
head down and see what I see.
By the time she was back
By her open eyes
I knew that I was in for a big surprise.

I knew a girl and I like her still
upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again
a lot on my head
Can't forget about you

Dance by the window in flamingo pink
Go through the motions in your Romeo mink
Condition's red,
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starving to death because I didn't know Jesus yet

But I was saved by a month old Twinkie in my corduroy