Lyrics:
woogie
Oh Porgy, it just goes to show
how callow Brooklyn boys be
But though it's fall for me and shadows drape the walls it's not all for me
Cause all
For a soul meant to fly
He smiles like a little boy
No hope in his eyes
But cries like a grown man
Tears he never should have cried
Purity of a soul
not wait to fall in love.
Seen a few crazy things with my pretty green eyes.
I ain't afraid to talk about how far we're goin' by night
I'm arriving in
Where the newspapers fall asleep
Blowin' past the people
Who are walking down the street (ooh)
Said that you're a spy, well, so am I (ooh)
I'll
never laughed and cried at the same time
See, my heart cries, out against lies
So I hate when it's sunny, when the world seems blue
It's only funny,
Thrill to your suffering
Crying out in agony
Nothing could please me more
I am your maker
I am everything that you know
Have you at my mercy boy
I am
you can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm
I learned to make 'em run like the R+everend
But I never had a 9 milli or a mac 11
I was enticed by the G life
When I met them boys from the east
required
And complaints are always the same
'Cause baby you must be so fed up
With a boy that keeps telling you
How much good he's gonna do
When
wants you to hit your targets
Boy, its gonna be a mess down there
To save... to pay?
When the rain curtains fall
No escape from euphoria
We all
She gently falls asleep
Her head is laid upon my lap
The highway sings a lonesome lullaby
My daughter here beside me
My little boy is in my
the stretch
Ready to bust all of my enemies
When they living the life so shife, and knowing it ain't right
How the fuck did you leave a nigga with love, out
I'm waking in the morning getting my little boy ready for school
I'm combing his hair brushing his teeth and fixing his food
Tommy Hilfiger outfits
She gently falls asleep
Her head is laid upon my lap
The highway sings a lonesome lullaby
My daughter here beside me
My little boy is in my
Next you cold nigga
Now all the way out
You sold nigga
You know what's funny to me
I know your ass remember
Every time we hit a spot
I was surprised when
This shit Mighty Prynce boy
Hey
Look it up and thinkin' bout you
Saw you chilling on my browse through
Pull the tip, rings, leave the gift
I'm
way
If rap don't work I'ma go
Ape, kickin' in your way, Tryna get yo safe
Never do this shit yo way
Fuck what a hoe say blow out your brains
Hit by weed
Calculating ETA with the midwife on the line
And this IvySon shit my religion
Still saved by the Son but there's one I call mine
My boy, yeah
And it's been
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