Lyrics:
Purple Daisies on my porch
They amaze me more and more
What a good thing to adore
Purple Daisies on my porch
You used to dance for the hell of it I don't
winning the chase
Projecting my life but Its not on the display
Been there for time but I'm so not LA
Acting in movies but I really don't play
Man, I do it
tell them
Bitch you tried you to play me
Now my bumps are sounding crazy
Turn this shit on in the whip
I swear to God it gon be wavy
I been fighting
(Got to have soul)
Three
That's the magic number
Yes, it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born three,
Oh, notorious lightning
Yes, I had to ride you
And trash the crystal jets they kept in storage inside you
I was told never to question it
Now
wow
She don't need my love, she just need someone else
It burns me every time, it's because she's someone else
Got old pictures of us, now she's
if it makes a difference
You make a difference all the time
Ooooh, and for what it's worth
Daisy
You're worth everything to me
I've got your name in
You moved up north
Let me fill you in
Your daisies are doin’ just fine
Might sound crazy
But, I ain’t lyin
Yeah The pirates just won state
You should
Oakland got chased by the police
And these hoes want to kick it
I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket
And tonight I'ma page
cussed at
Cursed, slurred, it gets worse
I thought by 16 I'd be dead in a hearse
Taking a nap, pushing Daisy's out of the dirt
Never underestimate,
Jazzy we got a bond like we was in Vietnam,
trust it
Everybody need a potna, to stand right by they side
Not only down through the good times,
but also
will understand
Will always be by my side
I pray the Lord so I can find
My Mr. Right
So who can it be the one for me
I need
Someone that I can
like it
Call me, just call me
(both) When you need someone to talk to, someone to fuck you
(both) Satisfaction guaranteed, I give you what you need
she can keep it
(word em up) On the Pharcyde, the girls +Passed Me By+
The ones who was trailin' me, goin' in the Cherokee
But fuck 'em, I didn't
bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
But we shoppin' in that motherfucker
broke a long standing rule, bless things I do
Who can break the rules like me? who can do it?
There's no room in my eyes for these shit, feel sick
In now,
a loincloth and daisy chain
Smelling like I haven't bathed for days
Slaughtering goats and having satanic orgies by ancient graves
My teachers told me I'm
me crazy
My friends all say it's just a phase, but oh, oh
Every single day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard
There was
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Oh, notorious lightning
Yes, I had to ride you
And trash the crystal jets they kept in storage inside you
I was told never to question it
Now
got me tapped out
Hold on to the baggage
That is haunting me
I don't feel the damage
Numb to the pain
Creator of the universe
In front of me
Grace in
got in it
That was never my object, for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy somethin' I helped build?
It wasn't my intentions, my
got in it
That was never my object, for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy somethin' I helped build?
It wasn't my intentions, my
turning to the exorcist
She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
But she had
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