Lyrics:
There's drugs that help your hearing
Even drugs that help your sight
And there's drugs that help you think
That every little thing is gonna be alright
Smoke
I'm crying over you
Crying over
Little memories
Of things we used to do
Oh, lord I'm blue
I'm crying over you
Oh, lord I'm blue
I'm crying over
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz
It's roots are in the sounds
don't reach
Life got a limit
Cause a black man supposed to die by 25
My little cousin only ten he told me I don't feel alive
My little cousin only ten he
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
skies
And this young boys blue heart is still alive
Are you alright
You pulled down upon my heart strings
In the backseat of somebody's ride
We burned it
the ones who are remorseful
Forgiven is you
Forgiven is you
You little pussycat, forgiven is you
But as for your wife, I have nothin' to do with pork that
a wheeler and dealer
Fly to west where the sky is
Blue and the grass is greener
Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon
Choong gash greeter
Yeah I know Jenny
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
Alright
Life is way to precious
To be taken by the pressure
Spend all your nights restless
No you never get the pleasure
So lets go on an adventure
sometimes black and blue
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
Everything is just fine
Everything is alright
Everything is alright
Everything is just
Ugh, where is he?
Alright, Marcus, I'm coming, fuck, ugh!
Hey babe!
Hi, didn't I tell you don't call me that?
Call you what?
Babe, baby
Alright
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
I'm gone
Since you been gone
There is nothing to complain about
I'm doing alright
It feels good
Doing what I like enjoying life
Everything is alright
Wrap around me tight
Put your skin against
My body baby
Make it alright
Kiss me all night
Until we both take flight
And our lips are blue as oceans
In
is filled with pictures,
she gets them one by one.
Becomes so excited,
oh watch her at the run boy.
Oh mommy mommy,
please may I go.
You know it's
Framed autopraphs.
Her wall is filled with pictures,
She gets them one by one.
Becomes so excited,
Oh watch her at the run boy.
Oh mommy mommy,
and vanish
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
They kill, we kill
Cycle of life
Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Is this your end
It is not mine
Born
doing alright
Everybody's worried 'bout tryna get by
But all my favorite people do
Well, I don't know about them, but I know about us
It is what it
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
AGO ALRIGHT PLEASE
EVEN THO EVERDAY MAN A R.I.P.
LITTLE MOTIVATION THAT IS ALL I NEED
IF ANYTHING WELL JAH JAH PON MI CALL ID
HIM ME AGO LEAN PON
When I was a little boy,
Way back home in Liverpool,
My mama told me, I was great.
Then when I was a teenager,
I knew that I had got something
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