Lyrics:
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
in front of me
Showing me that the reality
Is twisted by the lack of sanity
This place is such a crazy fact
That everything is alright
Everything is
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
those different things you understand
But I call it, what it is and what it is
What it is and what it is
Lookie here
Now you see
A brother
You
be alone
Baby come back
This is your home
I gotta get you back
By any means
Back
By any means
Back
By any means
Back
By any means
Woman I
as the music's loud
If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune
I just wanna watch days go by
Only with you by my side
Got baggage we can take it in strides
All you like to do is lay and lie
What's going through
this delicate darkness
Is this my crime?
So diseased by design
Vouloir, c'est pouvoir
Stickers on damned guitars
Are the only things that brighten up
tonight
What else could I ask for
You're everything I want and more oh
I just want You near
Cause the only thing I want is You this year
I can't wait till
bullshit is goin' down
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
this heart
I'll always share
No days go by, that I'm not thinking of you
And no way can I, forget the things you do
No days go by, that I'm not
that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
What up, Ye? This Larry Hoover Jr.
First
bullshit is goin' down (Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
that the little things matter
By the day, where you going?
By the week, where you going?
By the year, where you going?
By the minute, by the minute, oh
care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you
(this is my message to you)
Singing' don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry (don't worry) 'bout
Yeah
Xander on this one
Fat Daddy
Yeah
She say she like my thing
Yes I like it
I mean my black man thing
Yes I like it
She say she like my thing
Yes
Respect
This is how it has been
Judged by the color of skin
This is how it has been
Judged by the color of skin
Looking at people's eyes
Judge them by
Ah, ah
Money, help me get by, it don't matter if I
Cop myself expensive things, buy myself a diamond ring
Married to the mula, still ain't got
far
So many scars
'Bout to take this whole thing to Mars
(Twenty seconds and counting)
(T-minus fifteen seconds, guidance is internal)
(Twelve,
ego based in any way
These are things that people put up
To confuse you or distract you
From what it actually is at this
Point it's Michael Jordan time,
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