Lyrics:
with the chemicals
Rituals of generals and kings
Sante Farid
Had to plant my seeds by the Old Peachtree
They down with me like OPP
And so we deep like
This type beat might be for the shit, though
They doin' all kind of shit
Uh
Uh, I got numbers on my phone that'll never ring again
'Cause Allah
(Yeah!)
Still got my ambition, it hasn't diminished, i'm driven by my intuition
Speaking my wishes, into existence, promise you we 'gon get out
fronto
Yea yea, we used to wrap bamboo
We used to wrap Marley
We still wrappin Raw
I love her cuz she down for me and the cause
I love her cuz she down
public schools to a Bachelor's degree
Now I'm using you channeling all my energy
Using you for my therapy
Tryna manage all my funds for these families
the bachelor's life
Till my parents got me hip to the sweet website
EHarmony.com was the place
With Neal Warren Clark and a salesman's face
I logged in and took
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
struck out behind doors one, two, and three. You said sign in please in the 'Dating Game'. I was bachelor number one i thought your love was real. You said
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down
hours on the road
I don't wanna go back home
She remind me of the ocean
That's why her number in my phone
Down in Dirty Myrtle
Shit is getting wild
longer a man, I've ascended
Put the enemy on the defensive
I'm like a number one draft pick, I was chosen by God, selected
I am His prized possession
So I
Doing numbers
Doing numbers
As I roll up the herb
I think back on all of the fuck shit that has occurred
The money the hard work
The women and their
to say "Fuck A Bitch"
And gettin' grits, off of pussy, try ta get a hitch
But I'm a bachelor, stackin' it, drinkin', need to quit
Me and my clique, ride
Numbers own you
Numbers, uh huh
I ain't givin' em' an exit
I don't even need an entrance, nah
I don't wanna hear a sentence
To the haters this my
million watts
While we shut down our own, just listen it's not time to talk
cll they want is a chance, same as us, they want a shot
Let your feelings out by
here
Who put it down like this baby
Be honest
See baby we can cruise
I make yo body twitch
Put my hands around your waist, I know you wanna
Ride with me
Are you optimistic
'Bout the way things are going?
No, I never ever think of it at all
Don't you ever worry
When you see what's going down
One milli-milli said I’d forget everything from this town
Hopped on the greyhound and hovered on down
To the lights and the action I’m dreaming about
Before I even slip out of bed
I flip through page after page after page of outrage on social media feeds
Feeding my need to see a seed of bitterness
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
procedure
Tell me which goodbye to write
Hang my bachelor’s degree
From the ceiling
Buy a fat plastic bat down the street
I’m hosting a party
Let’s take a few
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