Lyrics:
darker
Than his nemesis black saviour
Beaten and bruised
Tortured and used by society
Still walked on
By but everybody got A-verge
We don't comprehend
We
pleasure runs through my veins
Like waves in the sea
Your lips taste like honey
Your caresses are so soft
Like a silk scarf
Like a silk scarf
Step by
Chorus
I’m low key
I’m low pro
Do my thang
Incognito
In my mode
So, I stay in the flow
Smoother than silk I finesse Indeed though
Verse
the cycle of pain and recovery
We float on by
And when we land, we bite like a butterfly
Then we lift off
We are the empty worlds that are drifting by
pearls)
Motiye madawa
(The Howdah is being)
Haunji re palauni
(Decorated beautifully by pearls)
Galiye resamiye ri dor
(A silk-thread woven necklace
lungs and heads in space
Spin around and laugh and cry, let time pass us by
Teenage years are meant to waste
Uniforms of silk and lace
Will fall away
Why wonder in how
I love is sleep
Without you
Under the moonlight
I take in my time
I silk in get it word
Any to by my side
Why did you leave me
a kick stand i'm the right mannnnn
With the right plannnnn
I got a jacket made from a fuckin' silk oat
Got silk goats bob Hope
Rap Game Barbie bitches
adventures fantasy
Stay on borrad and be delighted by the music hall
(you don´t need to go)
Keep this magic feeling, take a step into the show
Who might have
worth the deed
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses time and again
But if you never try,,, If you let the chance slide by
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses will not
to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair
and silk teems
In twilight's gleam, I am the heart of every room
With every glance, my presence lingers like perfume
A smile that warms, magnetic field where
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope that you won't see me in my
shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee
And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain
to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little
Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had to pause
When I seen her young nigga had
Choppa got a ring
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Save by the bell, Choppa got a ring
Boom by the bing, let it sing
Pullin' up on my lane, that's my lane, I'm
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
Im looking out the window
Im waitin at the door
To see if youll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
there she lay spleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single
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