Lyrics:
mama's gone
Educated lady with your college degree
Amazes me why you just can't see
Learned everything from your books on the shelf
But no one ever
yesterday, she was readin' me a book
No matter what we do today the sun is gonna shine
Even when it's rainin' it's up there all of the time
Later that
smile won't smile,
And my laugh won't laugh
And my heart grows cold and lonely,
Open like a book, my heart, it reads broken sentences,
And for pages
Goin' to China or maybe Siam
I wanna see for myself
Those far away places I've been reading about in a
Book that I took from a shelf
I start
the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga
we look at things through the big lens, big picture
big Benz we try and make CEO ends,
Elsie Brown has a suitcase
She carries in a cart round town
Filled with books, former newsdays
The pages we've all thrown out
Her hands are gnarled
something new
I'm just drivin' enjoyn' the cruise
With the windows down for some breeze, breeze
A wild hair took me by surprise
I cast my books
Back in the days, I never snatched pocket books
I just snatch your mind up with the flow and the hook
That's right, be on alert, comin' faster
being realistic
Is paradise is part of the plan or scribbled in some book and shit
It all goes down as rain drops on my neighborhood
Love my hood
My my
At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah
And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always
Mamelodi East Pretoria
Remains of an unfair system, it was not supposed to last
Black page in the book of stories of the white man's past
We, Dutch white
every morning bout half past eight
I'm acting like a lovesick fool
You've even got me carrying your books to school
Hey Hey Set me Free
Stupid
can see
Is a white wall
Blanking into
Each day, each day
Every day that passes
Every day, every day
Every day that passes you by
read no books, you
to the ground
If no one makes a sound then I say
Let's use my lighter
In life we're the writers to our own books
I've written mine on lies and catchy hooks
books,
He reads all my bell hooks.
Anarcho-feminisms the solution.
I love that his hair is blue,
We have the same tattoo.
We are both waiting for
to throw that sweet memory away
The book by Fitzgerald that I bought for your birthday
Is packed in a box with my love letters you saved
And you're taking
mama's gone
Educated lady with your college degree
Amazes me why you just can't see
Learned everything from your books on the shelf
But no one ever
into my coffin
And let me tumble down to a nice going down to the sea.
And don't forget to let me books, don't forget to let me ?
And please put
the love you gave
Our song is playing while I finish your book
Yesterday gathering dust
Just like the emptiness in my heart
And I'm turning the pages
Hoping
know that the Blastmaster's lying
Another chapter in this book called the Legends
Everything ain't never what it seems and that's forever
[Murs]
It was
model
She's analysed my smile
She's memorised my phone book
She always wears my clothes
Her favourite words are WOOOHOO!
She looks like, does like,
mama's gone
Educated lady with your college degree
Amazes me why you just can't see
Learned everything from your books on the shelf
But no one ever
shut
Don't blow the dust off of these old books
Because I'll choke again
And I can't predict if the air will clear
In time to catch my breath
Thin and withered
Red dress turned to pink
Thought I heard her laughing
In books of blue black ink
I don't think she's in there
Just an unresponsive
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