Lyrics:
feeling like I'm glowing gee from all H3o2
Tay reborn Tay renewed
Breath the prana I'm renewed
Energy passing through
This organism in my body I don't have
car enkosi ashalley botswe
Si last stop na bisa Sergeant cdjetey fie
S3 mu duru ho p3 by all means mo b3 ti dede
Mun gyi wei sh3 mo ho 3s3s3 mu didi
How I'm gonna go hard for you and you wont go for me
Rabbit food came by the boat load he mad he ain't got no P
Homeboy say he shooter so my goons
Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian
It's that food truck by the gas station
I don't trick, think of it like a donation
You looking good, but I know you
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
sixty the rules we changing a lot
Only make food for the soul
If it's not fye 3sixty it back in the pot
I'll make it spin
I'm like gold Dayton's how I'm rolling
glass are gone
But along with it goes my fought-for longing
for pride and content with the food on my plate
in fear of the scrutiny
Always spinning,
moving, then we're out
Food up in the pot, food up in the couch
Get it by the box, move it by the ounce
She ain't never liked it, baby
That's what we're
would leave her to starve for food). She was helpless and hopeless, she cried a lot wishing her mother was there with her.
At other times her father would
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
driftin
Destroyed physically, but the souls were ever livin
[Chorus]
Thank you! For takin my land and food
Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in
mental
Be my instrumental
Make you love me
Make ya heart a winner
By yourself you cool
But you would be better if you had me too
Unprocessed food
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SOUL FOOD
Words and melody by Elizabeth Greene
Music by JC3 Studios Cave Creek, AZ
There’s like a magic in the air
When he steps into the room
at Preston
Three pounds, three pounds
Ass cheeks, three pounds, three pounds
Ass cheeks, three pounds
Jacob took a shit again and left it downstairs for me
to wander like this for food..
My head's spinning.. Help me get down..
By cutting down all the trees..
these people have turned a town into a desert..
There's
my niggas
Which narcissist dropped 2 atomic bombs on 2 cities that was unarmed
Not my niggas
Who was paid reparations for injustice suffered by
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
and PS2
Enough loot for a bong rip and Chinese food
My moms like, "Who you think you're lying to?"
When I'm high at the table in the dining room
Suburban
Performed by adam sandler and kevin
Transcribed by big brother.
[typing sounds]
Dr. stewart: hi, [i'm] dr. stewart.
Gary phelps: hi, dr. stewart.
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
it's magic
Take all the money and vanish
Yeah, you see that I'm Spanish
My legacy spannin' like three different language
Lamp in a palace, I hate it, I
her
And her three sisters and brother
And her mother
As if they were slaves on an auction block
Because life for every Black was one big beating
Ma
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
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