Lyrics:
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
There are no words good enough
To write a song for you
Every time I start to try
I find they just won't do
5 short years have flown on by
And I just
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
I've been #1 for 12 years
How I'm supposed to remain humble wit' it?
Chopper wit' a coolin' can'
I'm in the middle of the jungle wit' it
Long hair don't
these hopeless nights, dreaming 'bout the limelight
But everything is nothing, if there's no-one left to share it with
So this one is for you, my rose, my
You can tell the bow eight thousand
By the way I cough
With yo bitch getting good head
In a spacious loft
I'm finna just show ya'll all year
'cause I
Lewis Latimer improved on Edison
Charles Drew did a lot for medicine
Garrett Morgan made the traffic lights
Harriet Tubman freed the slaves at night
Madam
again and He told me I'm worth it
I got a lot to be thankful for
Many many more that I'm grateful for
This is all by the Grace of God
You see my dance
fly
Last week me and Pizzelle was
Burning old school ties
Got suspended in one year you think
That I'm the bad guy
Where you see other immortal's
Brother
No one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink
Here toast to
Selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Safety is
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
he became nightly
Tracking down the day, in position for the striking
The good sun rose with a flash like lightning
But he bowed down to the bad moon
as such
My mama make me feel important enough
And plus, we got these Tracy Morgan productions
What ya niggas doin?
It's No Time For Scrubs, gimme the keys
black Puma jet
Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
Got the Richard Mille, all colors
Might hit you with the rose gold all summer
For
black Puma jet
Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
Got the Richard Mille, all colors
Might hit you with the rose gold all summer
For
thinking about this all day
All good, there's a reason that we called, Dave
let me start with your background
Where you come from?
Sure, I was undergrad down
the voice divine, Morgan
I'm a Freeman staying alive
Slaying dragons and demons
Cool hands Stan Beeman
Co-pilot by the Sauce, tapping codes on the Morse
settled light
As good as I could
And wrote into open space
Like a parasite
Plagued paper for you
Cause that is what it takes woo
Leaving music to myself,
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
bein passed around
Like it's airmail without a trail
Forced to avail
Gotchu waiting for bail
Not a chance it'll fail right?
Next year or two go by
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
good angel in our house.
God bless you for it, God reward you for it,
Philip, with something happier than myself.
Can one live twice? can you be ever
the first year or 2 or 3.
Then one day, you realize a full 24 hour day went
by without you thinking about them, you feel like you betrayed them,
cuz you don't
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
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