Lyrics:
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
Ballad of the Naked Man
Music & Lyrics by The Porch Jackers
Mike Jones, Chuck Haston, Tim Winton
Copyright 1993, cll Rights Reserved
How we got
bitch to the curb
Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
Candy to a baby why'know, I'm ready to take it
She spread your wings like
invincible, you're my sedation
These here emotions are relatable
Our minds gravitational
Eyes inspirational
I could open up my wings and fly with you, baby girl
a trace of strep
Heard you said a few words that could hurt my rep
I slept vacant
Naked were the eyes wide awake
Like a cellmate lurking in disguise
you wanna cry
Just know that I'll be by your side
And when you wanna hide
I'll give you wings so you can fly, oh
Diamond eyes (diamond eyes
what you about
Call you for breakfast to get you out
And see if you just some eyes without a face
Let me see ya crib - take me to ya place
I wanna show
The beginnings of great things
Cannot be seen
By your naked eye
Can you see me know crack the skies like lightnin'
Mama's little sonic boom
Is simply
of struggle
But look i'm back at it
Had a lot of people watching
Without naked picture
Trynna be a better teacher to myself
Yeah, im preaching
Had a little talk
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
the act
Why you trynna seem like I ain’t seen another guy
Trynna hide it from my eyes well you can take it in the ass
Now fuckin’ high laying naked in
When it’s niggas growing horns while I’m trying on wings
Staring in the mirror at a naked human being
Praising the heavens for blessing him with this
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with the best, the best)
I said one more time for
where I wing a Truth to sing
The Truth I bring before your eyes will rise
And it's not even Biblical
I'm letting him go as an act of Grace
Imagine
aching
They trying to strip us of our melanin
And get us naked
But I'm here to bring the power back
Black vision
Something like a Rosa Parks
But a little
Naked fun time
Always get turned on by you
Burning fire in this room
Climax till I make you bloom
Naked fun time
Always get turned on by you
Burning fire
wings each with
Which to beat a hasty retreat
Around the wings are eyes, around
The wings are eyes
Around the wings are eyes, kept
Fixed on the prize
more but a numerical gauge of the day aka, a clock going tick-tock placed by the windowpane.
They say that time flies,
I wish I never clipped my wings
and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Naked on a mountain top, tootin
speaking, we emceeing to reach something
Greater than what can be seen, by the naked eye
Some try to fill themselves up with what they already got inside
Some
We got the hoes
They all get naked (get naked)
Stay wit the poles
Just know we aiming (we aiming)
They don't want smoke
My bro's they vaping (they
Come now and listen babe
I gotta reason why I behave
Like a child with a light in eyes
Running naked on a cold winter night
I am like
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
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