Lyrics:
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
a little freaking
Go ahead and be the freak girl!
Nurse by day but at night she look tight!
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
Teachers let your hair down,
ahead and be a freak girl
Nurse by day but at night she's my type
Whoa go ahead and be a freak girl
Teachers let your hair down take your glasses off
and meant it, but nobody heal her
Ya you better feel alive than keep on stayin' stuck in my house of…
HOUSE OF HEALIN', HOUSE OF, HOUSE OF HEALIN' (Healin')
at any cost
A woman that's besieged by
Men with bad intentions
And she does not want to be with them
But they won't accept it
'Cause there's men and gods
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
rap again
The red hat cause these n***** just seem to cap
Marijuana in my lungs
Police heater on my back
Cause I'm black melanated as I count these blue
There are pioneer souls who blaze the paths
To highways that never ran
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man
I see from my
in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it
that was of value to me was in London.
By the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.
Forever Autumn
Let me just pick up my cup
Let me just pour it on up
Up in the liquor-house and I’m light
And Im too G to throw up
Unless Im throwing it up
Some Im
Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
a little Cain, raise a bunch of kids
Do it like my daddy did, like his daddy did, oh-oh
Dryin' all our clothes in the fresh air
Go down by the creek, just
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Hello darling
Children growin', women producin'
Men go work and some go stealin'
Everyone's got to make a livin'
Goes against my morals to say
the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by
fuck up
All of my men are ready to ride danfo drivers
All of my niggas are ready to slide ready to collect red car
All of my men they be up in the trap
that's when my momma told me I was In For A Treat
Working on this new album I'm like wow this is sweet
Make a whole album by myself but wait we got a feat
Breathe in without gratitude and the wild free air
My innocence has left by the same door it came
and never again will i ever be the same
But I'll never
Little did he know my soul was freshly bought
By the blood, blood of Christ, homie and he had to knock On my door
was built on pride with my roof missing
ask why, what am here fo' I gotta figure out
Waste my life no I gotta make it count
If Christ is real then what am I gonna do about
Everything in Luke
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