Lyrics:
Y'all have one of them days. Let me see them hands. Now throw them up. Now throw them up
Some people rise, some people fall. Without bad luck, I have
case that when thing slowed up
But before your first case we did we want
Went off to college same school was a must
Had to have you by my side you
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
(yeah)
I ain't tellin' no lies, I just
Five, four, three, two, that's time, I got
To you, that money
My dreams come true
My life in diamonds
Who
sumyɛ loop in your head
Boy I shaked your foundation
Married to this game and there's so many shids here that you don't know
Wonim ne3 ntia aware3 aa 3y3
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
Song Title: Feed You With Love
Song Writer: Craig Geddes (aka Craig Ed East)
Composer: Cecil “Bunpan” Williams
Root key/chord: F minor
and breathe
You understand me?
See it, you know, you out there on that dance floor
And you with your partner and y'all, y'all holding hands
And y'all
Here's what my Mama said
She said "Your daddy was a curler too
until he hurried me to bed!"
Well the man who lives in a glass house
He should not throw
lacking love
It's Kellz, your music weatherman
Wayne Williams our in house DJ ya'll, uh
Uncle Live, uncle Love, the stepping twins
I see you
Regina
how
You ain't got nobody that'll care until
Your full hand's wide out
Like oh wow
My flows immaculate
More than rappers is
Y'all just capping, I'm
‘Em By The Ears
You Know You're Damned If Ye Don't
And Twice Damned If You Do
We Say If You Think That Way
You'll End Up In The Stew
When You're Sitting
THE MIRROR
WE WERE BUSTED BY THE COPS
NOTHING COULD BE CLEARER
STEP OUT OF THE CAR
WITH YOUR HANDS HELD HIGH
THE COP MADE CHARLEY NERVOUS
HE
to another 24. Why argue for? Make love instead of starting a war, defy Murphy's law, and furthermore ya skirt got me all in my feelings, all happy go lucky,
took was you
Can of Sherwin Williams blue
Thirty years of Sunday sermons
To finally hear the truth
Things were getting out of hand
Didn't wanna be
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
out
Thank god for caveats and holes looped
Hands crossed that Murphy's Law broke too
I pray to god, I pray to god
About you
I think about it, I think
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to
Get out of the rut
You just
of Murphy's Law
Might coin it McCarthyism
But in division be sure
When your Eggs in the baskets
Too conservative and you might lose your chance to fulfil
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
from the poor
Nailed to the cross by your hands and your feet
Your washed up religion is now worthless and weak
Tenacious conviction has caught up with
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