Lyrics:
Yeah, She wanna love on me but baby is it worth it
Baby is it working
Is it working
You by my side, by my side yeah that's all I need
Broken heart,
sign
Let me make you mine
You're falling I'm calling
In the middle of the night we're talking
We here all by ourselves
No need nobody else
Our love is
I tell the female straight you can check me out
But I ain’t doing the same for you I dun clock out
Relationships homie’s and the human mental shit
I
What is that calling?
Why, I think it's the Earth
Hurting under attack by symbiotic parasites, urging me to find a cure
Offering me in return, infinite
From the moment that we spoke captivated by the way you brought me home i wasn't trying didn't want to get so Close see i was fixing up a heart that
I find myself up late at night
Straining and showcasing my poor eyesight
I should quit smoking, it don't make me feel right
I guess that I like it,
Sippin' with my baby with the lights down low
(Sippin' with my baby with the lights down low)
Welcomed by the night
& now we flow
Got me feelin' wavy
My
Now I'm warnin' all you women,
Don't stand too close to me 'cause you might catch fire
Now you're talkin' to a man in a whole other kind of bag.
aggravated
By the hands that wont give me the save
And so I use them pray
Hope I don't end up engraved
I'm sitting here in my feelings
Wishing things will
do it all
The talk on so it's easy to prove to y'all
I grab the jet catch me New Vegas holding
By the campfire Garcia Vega rolling
Swollen, haven't you
your demise
Fate has shot me in the head with a disgrace
I never will put myself in this place
To be fucked, fucked, fucked by you
Now we are through
My
you're seeking for
I need to get the key for ascent
And read the lines
Final stand
A cure for all my wounds
They'll show me how to reach it
We can only sit
Camera obscura, the screech of the Kookaburra
Pointing out a murder to teach 'em all the cure of
The cure-all, the Gerber-life that makes 'em more
his life - bitch game over!!
I'm unstoppable, dare a nigga to challenge me
Fuck around these rappers gon need a pastor and a eulogy
Close casket
and find ourselves
In a game that we both have lost?
These easy cures and easy handsomes
Somethin' tells me we can't afford the cost
'Cause some things not
find me in the next life
Kill the point of reason my dear
Conspicuous with your sexual compulsion
Reject the need to find yourself
I've got the cure
I've got a message for the boatman baby, ask him to pass me by
And I don't think he will but it's worth a try
He won't listen to me, cuz he's a mean
T9 wit the handoff
Tryn beat my last self I'm ina standoff
Already know I got these niggas by a Landslide
But fuck it
Need entertainment for the damn
picture god eaten by gray dogs
He stayed in his world
And he sidely sweard
To tell the truth, that DeVon was like
"Your out of cure boo"
Wisegod Allah,
this
Inner peace I have found consumes me
No longer trapped in the gaze
Lost it again
I am the target
I should've see this coming, no longer bound by
at Jacob's home because he was so close to us
He showed me my first rap albums, Speakerboxx, Stankonia
And when we stayed at Luis's, it was N six four
tomb
Let me in and you won't be darker than blue
If you know
Someone that suffers from Indigo
Play them this song and hold them close
Promise them that
You're close to the final word
You're staring right past me in dismay
A liquid seeps from your chest
And drains me away
Mist ripples round your thin
the lyrics belong to ICE, You can call me Dad
You're pitchin' a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, Ice, do the dance to cure
So come up
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