Lyrics:
silk-suit set
Got a body like a boxer, the face of a god
'bout as pretty as a bitty, and I still hit hard
I carry on like a pimp, I even walk with a limp
In
flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man
flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who could they get to carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man
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If I'm bein' honest, I got like six flows
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He just got canceled, rejected from six shows
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He took a trip, made a play up on Silk
to meet my husband's father, for the very first time.
I wore the scarf he sent to me,
French silk, scarlet blue and cream,
He sits, he waits, a coffee
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
Peace lover I whisper back
By now my dick is already swelling
In the silk boxers she laid out for me
As I slid closer to her my staff lays perfectly
"I'd bring you the moon"
If all I can sit and sigh
Watching my dreams fly by
Silk as skin
Emeralds for eyes
You're kingdom is my demise
You look at me
I
"I'd bring you the moon"
If all I can sit and sigh
Watching my dreams fly by
Silk as skin
Emeralds for eyes
You're kingdom is my demise
You look at me
I
"I'd bring you the moon"
If all I can sit and sigh
Watching my dreams fly by
Silk as skin
Emeralds for eyes
You're kingdom is my demise
You look at me
I
as the sky and as sharp as a razor
On the move and on the edge and on your own
Staring down buses protected by God
Draped in the veils and silks
to sea we're cast.
The clouds dried and cracked
It was calm in fact
The ship had been towed,
By sea Dyaks towed
So we're sold Kolaba
'n sent -- I let
I move like a moth or a butterfly
Craving a change in the wind
I swirl by all the insects and all the flies
Watching the cycle they're in
of the river
And they go by a Scottish name
For 300 years they've lived in that cabin
And none of 'em have ever changed
No none have been born
And none have died
Got hit on the gram
Rip to all them ones
That killing and know it
Rip to all them ones
Got killed by their friends
Rip to all them ones
That fallen from
and they hate to see it
Walk in my shoes, see some dark places
My life's crazy and not normal
She wanna hit me up, but I'm tryna stay loyal
Inspired by
Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good pussy
Sniff coke off a crisp hundred
Stay blunted, silk pants, sip France
Chicks dance, I stand in the pimp
we walk with our hats on tilt
Pink and white silk, made of shoes on stilts
Dressed as the morning milk, plus, like the quilt
When we rock
golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden
day long gone
The silk dilemma is the key, it's still for me
One by one the lights fade out
The fright-night covers all with her cloak
You cannot name
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother on Russian aristocracy
With wit's like sabre through silk
He was
With a gallon of milk
Look beneath his punctured feet
To the riveted silk
There is time, still! If the time wills,
I'll be off by June!
Like a foxhound
of the day
I will drink by your hands, empty in my head
Your fingers smooth like silk, your lips my sweet hell
After you I will never, I will never be young
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