Lyrics:
up by the Christmas lights
While a blizzard rages out the window
A quiet love is always worth the fight.
Would you meet me in Big Sky
If I caught
in the studio?
I drop science as if I was Butterfingers
And I know there's not another singer
In this lifetime to kick the right rhyme
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Now you're here, so have no fear
I'm just your friendly guide
So come along 'cause you belong
You joined us when you died
From your birth until your
don't love nobody
I shoulda been this numb back in the days of O.G. Chotty(?)
Sayin..
[unlisted singer]
Oooh, you can run away from a playa but you can't
We are here to seek Your face
To know You God, To know You God
We have come to this place
To meet with You, to meet with You
You’re always close,
here
I taste the salt in the air and your sweater that I sleep in
I dream about us riding bikes at sunset by the ocean
Those were cutie days, lazy
Your life is not my job so here's my 2 weeks sayonara
I Tried to meet you in the middle
But They would rather keep procrastinating so I'm taking off
I
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
taboos
We create the world around us
God is every living soul
Science, spirituality
Will have to meet along the way and
We need new drifts, another view
scared to step to me, yo
Or the things Marley does in the studio?
I drop science as if I was Butterfingers
And I know there's not another singer
In
just weed money, the more, the merrier
[Chorus: singer]
They call me the Superman lover
Said, they call me the Superman lover
Yeah, plus I'm
consumed by
The identity that GOD has for us
Like, I might wake up and say
Let's say I'm a singer, I'm a musician or I'm a poet
But, that's a total different
On a winter night by full moonlight
Two horses and an open sleigh
Take a ride, a cowboy and his bride
Stop for friends along the way
The time is
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
get him right now, yo, us, us, right here, yo
Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo
(listen, listen, listen son)
[Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo,
pistol gripper
Isn't a life for me
I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers
But not them ho girls, meet me after
The showgirls, but take it slow girls
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
to come to the back
They got the people in office
The crackers that had us in chains
They make the laws, they goin' hard
Dang, they even started a gang
voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
some fun
You here wit me layin in the sun
Need someone to swoop me up
Aint got no plans so let's meet up
Let's meet up girl
Let's meet up
I can
the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops fillin' wit' my projects find it yeah
Not only was I in the game, I was gifted in
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
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