Lyrics:
the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I
green silk
Child #63
recorded by Peggy Seeger & Ewan MacColl on Blood & Roses I
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when I call you by that pet name
Gon' be up in it when I stand up in that wet thang
Piece and chain, full of diamonds
Gettin paper the American way
Sable
me I start to feel like I'm Abel
To sleep by myself losing parts of my heart to the cards
It's been a twelve hour blur
And a twelve hour nightmare
I
24 Hours c Day (Explicit) 120:000 BPM
Up in the morning
The alarm clock hit the snooze button
Woke my ass up
In a soft bed silk covers
Must have had
on, nobody wants that
Sister, sister, oh
We tried hour by hour
Hour by hour
Hour by hour
Four hours to daylight, four hours and then
Pour
All my ladies and fellas
Can you feel me out there?
Piña coladas
Tequila and squirt,
Like a sweat lodge yurt:
So hot that it hurt in my thick silk shirt
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an? I've just been fucked shape
Just an hour before, she
Baby's ball all blood red of flayed pigs
And silk soft little things
Fill a house hung from strings
And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings
a precious kiss in languid bliss among the moonlight's gleams
Bewitched by the thrill
She revels in the nocturnal spree amid swank columns of ivory
Sorrow
you what you need
An hour goes by and we're still grinding
Temperatures in the room starts rising
Sex so good she's having temper tantrums
You know you
Grace washes she smiles like floating feather
She drops her straps by streaming droplets
Caressing the hue of her peachy blinders
Garnished tenter
Mimì
But my real name's Lucia
My story is brief
I embroider silk and satin
At home or outside
I'm tranquil and happy
And my pastime
Is making lilies
Woo!
What would you do?
Everything, Everything
Everything, Everything
Kazie!
C5 what up my nigga?
Right
Uh!
This sound like silk robes with
Back in the driveway
Hop out the Bent'
Fitted joggers on to make sure she see the print
Patron by the gallon
Miyake be the scent
Threw the hammer
into dust
But your floods they weep
Your hours they bleed
Weeks go by
Your oceans eyes
Not unlike mine
And I sink trying to swim to you
And I
SAHARA QUEEN
Words by Roshaun Bay-C' Clarke
Music by Duhan Brosko
Intro
Like abracadabra
She hypnotize me like the snake charmer and the cobra,
She
even got the time anymore I got silk on a pile on floor
Uh
Hour of parting I'm sun ra
Frequency ring like a gunshot
Too much dredd I'm in doom shop
But
Yeah
Produced by my bestie Layla
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alarm alarm echoes in the night living on the edge chasing every high city never sleeps neither do
"God so loved"?
Love of a Father who sent His boy on trek divine
This loyal lover's greatest garden handwoven by complex design
His soil covering clay
perfect toys
I can't breathe
Overwhelmed by the sea of possibilities
Possibly unknowingly
Sign away my life to companies
Welcome to my identity
Trackin' me
like me on accident
I just started packin', tryin' to get back to your boxin
Ring for nasty, silk sheet, mattress Glad that we United
Hop right in
gain
Along with the death of my room to complain
Little by little I flexed what I built
But not all my sonic was covered in silk I was
Far from perfect,
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