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Caramel kisses you send my way 
I won't complain, just don't go away 

Caramel kisses you send my way 
I won't complain, just don't go away
day
Just as yesterday 

But I wont complain, no I wont complain
Though my good days are far gone
The will surely come back one morn
So I wont complain
you on your way
Don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by

But you will, so, so hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind
Davis, that Bitches Brew, that "beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too

This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel
This is sanctified sex, this is
diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't
promise that I won't
Feeling so distant from everyone I've known
To make everybody happy
I think I would need a clone
Places we get flown
Parties that
diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't
His pulpit's a corner at 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel is his one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passin' by
He
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my
an old gospel song,

But no matter how hard I try, the words they just come out wrong.
Bread and wine, bread and wine your thoughts ain't nearly
It won't cost you a thing to hear me
sing my favorite gospel song....
'Lord, I'm comin' home, Lord I'm comin' home
I've been a fightin' the devil
from an old gospel song,
But no matter how hard I try, the words they just come out wrong.

Bread and wine, bread and wine your thoughts aint nearly
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
the snow from any mountain
And make a madman sane 
He won't ever complain

In the everglades
In the backyard lit by fairy lights
With garlands let us
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories

Oh, this is
We must strive to be
Be like the moon
To be kind
Distracted by its tune
'Cause these days are numbered
This life absolute
We all complain if it
And I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'Cause my minds insane

I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just
It won't cost you a thing to hear me
sing my favorite gospel song....
'Lord, I'm comin' home, Lord I'm comin' home
I've been a fightin' the devil
deliver us
And what the people need? Hey
I got that, yeah

Verse 1:
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could call em'
deliver us
And what the people need? Hey
I got that, yeah

I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs,
a game in my vein

Verse 1:  Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in