Lyrics:
on my face
Because it can only mean one thing
He’s coming to visit
And although its 9.9 times out of 10 about sex I can’t care because I’m stupid
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
a body, that's a favor for those who enslave us
White man used to never see the projects
Until the gentrifying process
It's like a contest, who made
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
Hi
Top of the morning yes yes
Uh-huh
Yes
This moment has been brought to you by Grace
Produced by Hands
Joy
And the man who parkoured Satan's trap
poor wasn't rich but always wanted more
My dad always told me I would sore, sore
My dad always told me I would sore, told me I would sore
Til he was
you can't strut, word up
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it
Professor Whiskers is a cat and a man
He's not quite a cat
He's not quite a man
He does cat things like getting stuck in the door
Licking his penis
we are again
In the flesh you got a man and I got a lady friend
Were u in love with Menaleus? Shit the Hell if I know
I was in love with so and so yeah
the thing getting started?
How long it takes to get there?
(Where?)
Nobody knows
We go wherever he goes
We don't ask, we just follow the man
We don't ask, we
It's cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
Cold and wet, tired you bet
But all that I soon forget
With my man
He's
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Givin' all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doin' things that you
Chicago, Illinois
A young Panther was born
He became a man when he was just a little boy
Excellent athlete, he excelled in the classroom too
High supreme
man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies
promises
God is not a man
God is not a man
He keeps His promises
He delivers His promises
Every time I pray my God will always answer
He's the only hope
no hands
(Mesmerized by her sexy eyes)
Put my arms over her head and move that ass without no hands
(Mesmerized by the way you whine on me)
Put
it'd be easier if the man was here
It'd be easier if the man was here and he was active
Acted in fact of
Acted as if he was masculine had his own passion
played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
to our little plan
And fuck the money
Just keep my little man?
(By your side)
And show 'em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows it's going
But
to God like He's the only thing I got
And I know people can't throw no stone down at me
Yeah
And I don't care what they think of me
I know God is still
young lover for his bride
And with his own hands built a great house down by the riverside
Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right
There once was a man and he couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies, movie love stories
For instance could not
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