Lyrics:
Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale.
The heath was hung in magic
Come here darling
Now don't you cry
I never meant to hurt you
Though I was just passing by
See I'm a drifter
A road runner
With gypsy blood
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
for the family, put a job in with you
I want all of your love, hope that's not a problem with you
I want that crazy love like Whitney and Bobby with
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
those in my position that don't feel me, grow a heart
I grew up round love but we had a slower start
Hooping on the tree and fighting at the park
Lucky
every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon (everlasting moon, everlasting
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
every Saturday night.
Well times were hard for the working man
Daddy tried to understand.
Everything I love is from '59
My first guitar and that girl
On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say
protected by the mob, I know they got us
I'll go the extra mile for my dawgs 'cause I know they solid
Why the hell they got it out for my dawgs, detectives
Love that shit rep, that shit gon' ffff, ffff
Niggas bout not play by my name, shit ain't sweet
He texting bout them booze, we ran that shit up all week
a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
I'm just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love's sweet
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
a hay-makin' gypsy steals her away
There ain't no doubt about it (no doubt about it)
I'm a slave to her shade of love
One day her majesty the Queen,
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I'm incomplete
Just one request from me
God take my heart forever, it's Yours
Make me Your
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
low inside your soul.
So be my gypsy,
Make love your guiding light,
And let that pair of golden earrings
Cast their spell tonight.
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