Lyrics:
humble
You was with me, when I felt like my world would crumble
Take off and explode like a NASA shuttle
Me and you baby girl make a beautiful couple
praise I pray
That heavenly Father You open this chapter and make me a master to calm this disaster
By carrying You SonLight enlighten those young minds
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
Cause I'm automated
Don’t make me do it
Cuz I’ll do it
Go Corona on you niggas boy I’ll do it
Ain’t no singer
Ain’t no poet
You see me think I’m Nike I just do it
I
thumb tryin'
To make it to El Paso
Cause tonight I play at the cabarete they
Done told it on the radio
To a country singer it's a lonesome road
With time
gives me drinks for free
They all think I'm cool but still
I'm just a singer with a song
All I do is sing these songs
Just a singer with a song
If you
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
finger
Sowed up like a singer
Baa-by girl
I make every nigga irrelevant
I'm sex intelligent
[Chorus]
Sex Intelligent
Know how to work it right
in my system makes me feel brave
The chill in the air is exactly what I want
And with the sun on my face
And my eyes tightly shut
It's important for me
Make you love me
(Background singers change to:
That's exactly what I'm,
That's what I'm gonna do, till you tell me all about it
We won't stop making
humble
You was with me, when I felt like my world would crumble
Take off and explode like a NASA shuttle
Me and you baby girl make a beautiful couple
of drinkin thinkin
"How could I come up, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million
Blood spillin, driveby walk up
Make you love me
(Background singers change to:
That's exactly what I'm,
That's what I'm gonna do, till you tell me all about it
We won't stop making
the singer in the band
Many times I thought I'd found the one
Enough to make me stay not turn and run
Time went by and so did I
Thinkin' what I'd done
Many
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
gotta love me
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't take it from me
Gotta love it
[Chorus: Rick James, (Backup singers)]
(Talkin' 'bout
of a brother man, My mother told me one day I'd make these suckas understand, SIKK not your average talent not imagined, Realer than my past and even harder
left its mark
These are the signs of life
The reaching out of a servant's hand
The giving that makes no demands
These are the signs of life
This is
of yourselves
Just chaos
Father, I will erase the means
I'm your servant, see? (you're my servant, Miss)
[Mother Piety] is me
Helpless preachings for
the unknown
I might break but I grow
Every mistake won't shake
The kingdom he'll make
I believe you can use me
For your purpose and plan
I could be a tool in
her out to dinner
Fuck on a Ferris
Got her singing but she's not a singer
Shawty is bad, never make her cry
I'm feeling good cause she's by my side
It's hard to be real when them cats are make believe
Stop it please, come run wit deez
If you can't feel me, then get up and leave
Cause I'm automated
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
at me
I'm a servant I would do it if you ask me
Took a minute get you hitting in the backseat
By tomorrow got you feeling for a family
I been moving
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