Lyrics:
bore
Lost in dreams forever more
Only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
Stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my
these days
She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
of Isiah's light
Touch thy lips and purge thy skin
Holy water, eyes within
By thee, we sleep and die for you
Ignite m'lord, we ride for you
Motor spirit
the trigger
Trigger
You're a killa, killa in that black lingerie
All I want (all I want)
All I see (all I see)
All I want is to have you naked by 1 AM
All I
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip
The purple power showers green into the white lips
Not everything is so black and gold
Attack the mold, never
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
by one snitch you let in your midst
Walking the tight rope hit the wrong note and you slip
Now they singing to the pigs, loose lips sinking ships
But
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green,
nine-hundred-thousand miles an hour
Forgot what I'm talkin' 'bout, fuck, I'm discombobulated
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is
Hearts Don’t Lie
Music by Robbie Rosen and the Past
Verse
Stop pretending you don’t feel
The way I feel about you
Can’t deny our flame is real
Sharp teeth, inviting lips, baby you got me fooled by your tricks
You drove me crazy with those brown eyes
Red eyes, I see the evil in your red eyes
They
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in
loose as a goose they pussies to ice packs
Real life Jack, they can be white, black, nice, fat
Just need a crevice to put my pipe at
So when we bang
the disrespect when you kissin her lips
These black women need respect why they taking our shit
We need you to hold out Inside you scream so loud
You live your
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
Black Queen on the throne
Made from the rib but is the backbone
This melanin comes in all tones
Look around and tell me I'm wrong
We got the mindset
what i'm prone too
I'm by myself and I know you're alone too
I hate the world it makes me mad
She piss me off when did she get so down bad
Sometimes we
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