Lyrics:
M.C. for what I AM and do
the A is for Adam and the lyrics; true
so as pray and hope and the message is sent
and I AM living in the dreams that I
imperfect
But we distant from the serpent, unlike Adam and Eve
Not so many temptations, shit
Except me wanting my chapped lips all over your face and shit
understood
Don't make me take
And deteriorate
Ya good health and yo hell
Is all that I know now
So break yo self
Before ya get mowed down
By the low down
touched by an angel
I'm in love with an angel
You make me wanna lay down at your altar
And confess all of my sins
Take your holy communion
So, I can
ain't happy long enough
You're gon' be unhappy with half your stuff
Early on in our marriage when we'd be
In the same room for a half hour and she
her father
The day is coming, saying vows by the altar
We'll be honest and the target is to really keep your promise
If it's way too hard don't
brung up Boogie like I warned y'all
Arrivin' onto your dick, now we on y'all
He lackin' with his bitch, he ain't on guard
I spit 10, missed 10, but I
Rule number one, if she ain't happy
You ain't happy
And if she ain't happy long enough
You're gonna be unhappy with half your stuff
Early on in our
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
Leaving safe zones, facing obstacles, look how they all are now loved
The eater of passion and dreams
Waits on its altar to have yours to feast
That
Or get beat to your death like cochise,
My laws is no peace, fuck the police.
M-C's get braggin' about cash they collect,
But them chumps is like ray
in your face
Principalities moving
ct a rapid pace
We gotta train our soldiers
To run this race, yea!
When the fire is strange,
In
walked by with a couple of friends You caught my eye with your devilish grin
We started to talk and I started to fall I should've bailed out when I had
And thorns and thistles all the days of your life.
Pain and toil and pain and toil and pain and toil, through it you will eat.
Pain and toil and pain
ain't never care
I call your phone and you don't pick up, baby girl, you got me nervous
Is it the cameras or the fame, the Tory Burch or all them
the altar
It is finished then the provision offered
By His Word, all sin is conquered
It is finished then the provision offered
By His Word, all sin is
to lactose
Some would say that all of it's
An act though
But if all the world's a stage, then love is real
That's ipso facto
I don't really know what "ipso
Why i feel like adam no eve
You my forbidden apple from the tree
So pretty to look at
But toxic when you eat
We just happy at my demean
Your love get
on
I’ve done it too I met someone and left a lasting scar
It’s deja vu every time I hit the eject button
All is left is a song
Somebody hurts us we
after day
What was I really chasing after?
Year after year, I slaved away
Without ever reaching a goal
Everyone else passing me by
I'm drowned out by all
they know my future bright
She'll say that she won't leave but she'll still gone by night
I tell myself that's it's ok everything going to be alright
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
Solomon Grundy was born on a Monday
All of they jokes ain't that funny by Tuesday
My soul get evicted and vacated Wednesday
So Adam Wayne die
too
Do you wanna say bye bye
To a life when I'm not by
Posting up when you call, I
Get in whips and then I fly
All the way to your place,
I got
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