Lyrics:
You're gunna stick around because you adore me
Ill see you when the sun comes up in the morning
In the morning
So take a little of confidence
And mix it
word up)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (nah I'm sayin', my man, yeah, mic check, mic check yeah)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone
your head
Then you're looking to the sky wondering what's coming next like
Six years went by just to say the words I'm still crazy about you
(Still crazy
pick up the phone
it's eight letters
three words
one sayin
sayin i love you
my hair a little messy today,
no effort to conceal that i lost my strength
this medicine's counterfeit
I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)
Checked in at the Royal Garden
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin'? This is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds
and everywhere, it's a little alone, holding up the window, light
swishing in the frame like Finnegan's orange tail, his orange trail.
song for is
the diamonds and pearls of haters hurled
To make me curl in the corner Cry like little girls
When they hurl from how sick I come up by sun up in this world
My
on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup
Please don't let them pussy motherfuckers put that flag up
But let me shut up cause
like dust
Chicks want to slurp?
Ya guaranteed I'm a make 'em burp
Just push your teeth to the curve
And hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
To formulate up an assortment of plans
To kidnap your brother
Kill him right up in front of you
Cooking him all up in a stew
Force feeding him to all of you
like to have a little tease
Better have your guard up around me
A bus I'll throw you under you'll see
Gotta retaliate or bleed yeah yeah
Watch it
See
No features boy yeah we gon go spaz it
Did it by myself yeah who are they trashing
Young Cole Rose he's about to go blastin'
Sipping on wok and we mix
you on it, you better give it im bully
(Verse 2)
I gotta have it, something a crazy habit
A little shopaholic, i run up an ima bag it
I send ya dude
my big brother a G mix them tracks SG biggest villains millions we found that too snitches we k***them little boy run up on me Am in your region with
Thinking about it I overdose this is too much, OD, D as in death, put an X in that O, quantity dos, like cartoon Eyes, woke up sore to realize,
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
defective
We was up in the trap smoking Jodeci
I was up in Missouri bumpin Carter 3
I'm high shit right now trying stay on beat
Hold on hold on mix
friends so I know they by my side yeah
Cause I been stressing too much
I ain't really been having the best of my luck
But I know if I keep up the grind I
the vibe , grew up in a jungle fittest to survive , I don't fear no one I've got Allah by my side
Woman of my dreams
You might get celine
Woman of my dreams
The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I wil never kneel"
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