Lyrics:
preaching like Malcom and X no capping
All of these problems, but they don't kill me
I think I should solve them to find out the real me
People are scared,
rock and roll
And it took us a lot of hard work to get here
So all that hate and animosity between folks
You need to kill it with a skillet
You don't
Oh my lawdy
She fit to kill somebody
I fit to die for your matter matter
But na your matter wey go heal my body
Mi say oh my lawdy
Yh she finna kill
on from that bitch and her life just got worser
Smokin exotic got blessings n curses
I'm hop ona beat and I kill it
Chef boyardee cookin shit in dis skillet
Heal me
Kill me
Thrill me
Fulfill me
Heal me
Thrill me
Kill me
Fulfill me
Heal me
Kill me
Thrill me
Fulfill me
Kill me
Kill me
Thrill me
Fulfill me
Motherfucker looking like I'm about to kill it like you never seen a white boy on the Mother fucking mic kill the skillet like
Call me fifty cent the way I walk
I can pull up on you now, just chill
In a room full of noise it's just the two of us
Growing colder by the day, pray I'll heal
Pray I heal
I'm
men through aggression
Said it was a blessing and it happened for a reason
By speaking it, she found freedom
Between me and you
[Chorus: Cee-Lo]
to kill)
License to kill, ooh
Hey baby, think you need a friend to stand here by your side?
Yes, you do (your side)
Ooh, baby, now you can depend on me
But I got to wait to, wait to
And man, I can't wait, ooh
Man, I'm bout to really feel it, feel it
So, tell me, should I kill it, kill it?
And cook it
put skill in it, hotter than a skillet
Pinkie fuck them with the guard, the gun is at your head
Every single time you niggas see me, step beside
capping in they fitted (Ugh)
Tryna get paid by the minute
(Uh huh)
I had hit the road and I did it for the village
They ain't wanna see me do it so I did it
feel me
Heal me
Kill me
I fall into different space
Full of insecurities
I need a dictionary
Or to scream so you can hear me
If I go or if I stay
If I
owned
Black Skin Tones
I Love them all
They heal my soul
The seeds is sown
The flowers grow
They squeeze the soul
It's RSO
The farm is owned
By Black Skin
like i'm cookin' in the kitchen
I put a beat up in the skillet, then you know i'm bout a kill it
I'll distill it like it's water I ain't sip it
And let
Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really
Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all niggas kill me
Deer gang, 215, it's gucci philly
It's louis loaf with
I want you to heal me
I want you to heal me
Heal me
Is it by force
Is it by force
Is it by force
Is this the life
Is this the life
Is this the life
I'm waiting for you
Can't go back
No place to go back to
Life is lost, flowers fall
If it's all dreams
Now wake me up
If it's all real
Just kill
If you believe God today, he's going to heal the land, y'all
Come on
If my people, who are called by my name, would humble themselves and pray, He
a roma no skillet(woah)
Fuckin on broads I aint take home no bitches(no)
Duckin her calls shawty think that I miss it(what?)
Call me a genie; i’m giving
me
Adderall for the ADD
Dexterity to kill these beasts
Work all day just to never sleep
My flow so clean all I do is sweep
Up all emcees that are far
Heal me, heal me, heal me
I'm sick of this mess I've been making, making
I feel my head's breaking, breaking, breaking
Everyday I'm shaking, shaking,
I just want the millions, it’s my time to kill shit
If you want my time, I gotta bill it (Bill it)
Big bills like Williams, all my diamonds brilliant
can't do it self
Jesus with me never by myself (uh un)
The Wicked riches lay up for my wealth
What you think I do it for my health nah
Chorus 2
Truth is
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