Lyrics:
Cheah, Money Boy der Chicken Man, Mr chicken
Cheah der Pimp im Purple Pelzmantel
Yeah, turn up, glo up yeah
Body Bag, Body Bag
Bang Bang, ich
Let's Stay Together
By Al Green
(Ooh yeah
Oh baby
Ooh yeah)
I'm, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is alright with me
'Cause you make
I can't complain
And inside the radio's playing a song so soft and serene
Is that a soulful Willy Mason or a modern Al Green
Well the truth is
Bare bones, styrofoam
Next to you I feel alone
Mellow shade, quiet tone
Her bubblegum keeps me warm
Drunk off lies, drunk as fuck
Drunk off you, I'm sick
When we walked from Marion, AL
They shut the lights of Jimmy Lee Jackson down
With hardly a penny or gun in hand
They lowered his body 'neath
the way you kiss me
We used to be so so soulful
Al Green on the background vocals
T total were on the next high
We get by with a so called soul mate made
the way you kiss me
We used to be so so soulful
Al Green on the background vocals
T total were on the next high
We get by with a so called soul mate made
Ihr Blümlein alle
Die sie mir gab
Euch soll man legen
Mit mir ins Grab
Wie seht ihr alle
Mich an so weh
Als ob ihr wüßtet
Wie mir gescheh’?
Ihr
and buckets
Of dirty needles, whatever more tequila
Titans covered stealers
Less money, more problems, more realer
Life of a drug dealer
So by proceed stealing
You throw me right out your car
I'm just a worthless shit in your eyes
Under your feet
You don't see me at all
A-a -a-a-a-a-a-a-a-al
So I'll
Find my
la música se nos fue a la M, sabías que no le caes bien ni a los Pocos que les "caes bien" supuestamente?, don't you feel fild by hearing my lyrics
changed the way you kiss me
We used to be so so soulful
Al Green on the background vocals
T total were on the next high
We get by with a so called
changed the way you kiss me
We used to be so so soulful
Al Green on the background vocals
T total were on the next high
We get by with a so called
spark thug luvin you hard
not makin love to Al Green shyt we`re bumpin 2pac
cuz ima rida
you my rida
we gon be together til somebody dies-a
and god willin
rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts
front, back, side to side
Rolling back home looking clean and mean
Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green
Stopped at my homey South Central
Chamberlain
Check the hussle
Send a shrug towards the struggle
Listerine and Al Green to squeeze a fuck out of a cuddle
But stuck out of the huddle whenever
mine
And pray the real ones never die
Serenades from that money machine, Al Green
Hot boy, 400 degrees, so extreme
Only seen the sun once in a week,
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
sorrow
I'm from where ya could be dead or a life sentence
Life was hard still looking for a blessing
Life taught me so many lessons
Can't let it phase me
Instagram
Und Snapchat-Screenshots (yeah)
Das Cash ist am fließen
Wie ein motherfuckin' Fluss (wooh)
Bitches wollen ficken so als
Wären wir im Puff (dat way)
Schrank als
Ich hab' Steak auf dem Grill, sag mir
Wer will noch Beef?
Ich bin immer nachts produktiv, Pepp, Coke
Fuck Ritalin mama Erde green, Nachtmedizin
praying for something
living a whole coast apart
never realizing what's on the horizon
he looked in her eyes'n
(it was a wrap)
it was some old Al Green
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