Lyrics:
the mess
Couldn't ever let the flesh take precedence
Lord sweepin' up my mess like a broom
(Like a broom)
Make way for the Spirit
Fill this room
(Big God)
Boom
Yea
Ahh
Yea
Boom, slide your block with a blicky on me
Got some sticks, you would think it's a
broom
Ain't chasin' a nigga
AR, it got scopes
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
rejectedly by the door
Doesn't Lenny live here anymore?
Are you sure?
The fat official smiles at the pass on the border
And the hungry broom makes sure
and I don't play by the rules
I know a nigga bitch, then again I'm a goon (yeah)
Big ass stick, I'll clear out the room
I'll clear out your block when
(What you gotta do?) Build me some wealth (Let's go)
I was by myself (I was all alone)
Laced them up, chasing that hood fame (Then what)
Found a wife. Got
brooms by the way
Asked you to keep it a buck said you would by the way
Said you understood by the way
Fucked up a time or two but did everything I could
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
Time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Come taste
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low.
Ill be in heaven afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie banks
No tellin' what'll come when the sun rise
Old legends retold by a young life
Soul yellin' with the love that we live by
A lost memory, a legacy, it's
the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your
uh uh
She walk down by the old grave yard
Uh uh uh uh
She saw the bones a'laying around
Uh uh uh uh
She went to the closet to get her broom
Oh oh oh oh
the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your
the book, and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
Come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band,
Come blow your
The book and the broom.
It's time for a holiday.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum
Come to the Cabaret.
Come taste the wine, Come hear the band.
Come blow
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
to get that stuff of the kitchen floor (oh)
Is that too much to ask you for (oh)
But I see no reason why, I can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
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