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I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony

Stayed up too late the night before from fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark
friends
Make some plans

I can get drunk on a Saturday night
And try to fall for someone new
But I'd just wake up hungover
Cursing the day I feel for
heart out till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find
till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find you,
will they know?
Eric is better used taught trues in his context
Somebody please plant a church in his projects

In luke 4 16 on down to 21 jesus says
was a little boy
By listening to sounds of music as a baby
And listening to a reecord player
You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear
Dog tired
Yeah, I'm wired
Up-tighter than an a-string
About to break

Tail draggin'
A little ragged
Hangin' by a thread
That's startin' to fray

Just
friend.
Or, to just stay home and kinda relax and hope that some of the kin folks will start dropping in.
Well, the church benches are too hard. And, that
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
without sin I'd probably hate life

This is dope as that hard white you stuff in a crack pipe
A hit of this, a kid with Tourrets will chill out and act
of you
(oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High on a mountain of love

The mountain of love, the mountain of love
You should be
the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck
tight 
The wheels are turning, she can feel them in the distance 
With such sad yearning, hard to put up much resistance 
The soul is blackened...
Dog-tired
Yeah, I'm wired
Uptight-er than an a-string
About to break
 
Tail-draggin'
A little ragged
Hangin' by a thread
That's startin'
the church there's an altar filled with flowers
Weddin' bells are ringing and they should have been ours

That's why I'm so lonely here up above high
Pontiac

And that shit was goddamn sittin? outside
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard
That nigga ain't hard, that no hand ass nigga who
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
So hug the speaker- your ear's a magnet
Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet
So Eric, pick up
to a freestyle put in effect 
You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet 
So Eric, pick up the needle (yeah) put it in the middle (ahhight) 
Give me
you're lonely and you'll come here too
Hopin' just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
(Oh yeah!)
Trying hard to find you somewhere up above
High
A single mother
Struggles hard;
Her child's neglected,
In her own backyard.
An absent father;
The T.V.'s on;
A little reminder
That hope is
[Verse One: ]



Turn up the bass  check out my melody  hand out a cigar 

I'm lettin knowledge be born  and my name's the are 

A k i m not
in the day was Eric B. for President
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
in the day was Eric B. for President
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
the homies. 
Raised by some crazed ass well payed OG's. 
Ah shit! 
Pulled up in a benzy, snatch. 
The wheel as I peel out. Catch a cop's tail. 
Rock shells