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wherever you go
Wherever You go

I'm bout to fly and I'm feelin pretty spotless
When I'm not near the One I'm a hot mess
When the Father looks at me all He

When my life was mess yeah I gotta see through it
Remember my pockets was short but I hadda see through it
Giving up never my option
I'm addicted

about M's

Hope you're dead 'cause how could you
Sleep at a time like this? (Talk about M's)
People, they rhyme like this
We're all impressed by this

about M's

Hope you're dead 'cause how could you
Sleep at a time like this? (Talk about M's)
People, they rhyme like this
We're all impressed by this

Vanity is all right, is really all right. Miss universe
miss the point completely


colour me by numbers I'm bound to please
beautiful and deadly, the bomb

Sheu0027s such a little pretty mess
The girl in the tight dress
Sheu0027s such a little pretty mess, cu0027mon
So fine, oh, oh, oh, oh
5u00279 tell me oh, oh,

when you us, you buy more
I done seen it all
Big money, pretty women, and fancy cars
I was born to ball
Had to shoot for the moon so I could land in

cold brew Yeah, I'm right back to the old new
Stressing bout your old dude's
a pretty quiet kid But every time I speak, I speak with attitude

Never was

release
Just let me be!
I can't get ahold of my sanity
I can't let go of my vanity
I don't wanna be what you made me be
Locked in a cage by society
Do this

creates a mess 
Pretty pretty stressed cause my mom almost died
Cause she stresses too every night she cries 
And one of these days her heart's gonna attack

I'm pissing on your front yard
Flip the bird at your window hope the camera pick it up 
I'm a mess
Blood dripping down my chest 
I just smashed

To Erykah Badu
You know what i like
I know what you like
(Bigger da bag bigger da stress bigger da mess)
But I still wanna try
To run it by you

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering on
complete confusion, how a person of this description could rationalise life.

This was

Every touch, every kiss, yeah
There ain't nothing sweeter to remember you by
Girl, it ain't gonna mess up my head if we mess up this bed
One more time

Uh pretty baby don't you cry
I understand why you're sad inside
Pretty baby don't you cry

Uh I understand why
I always hope for you to stand by my

years of feeling comfortable with minimal frustration 
Came crashing down to this miserable causation 
I had to pick between vanity or an honourable

ruhusu vanity ku mess with my sanity
Accept reality niepuke calamity
Time ya adversity Allah huleta clarity
Nadai Tranquility niishe kwa serenity
Hamna

Zos'thole rhangen
Igoni siy'phethe sandlen
Ngalahli sihlele qhingen
Majit uya bona alambil
Icebo kumele lenziwe
You really don't wanna
Mess with us

up
It's pretty ironic how they all think he a finisher
They don't know he Werner but at Chelsea, he gon' mess it up
Put him in a box, now he think he

a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,

I peacefully piece together pieces of a dream
That were shattered years ago
By the first woman to break my heart
Before I became a thug
Before

gonna die glorious
Or spun in a 540 off of five stories
And splat in a lot full of by-standers
And that's gon' happen to anybody
Who ain't living by my

Souls are misled
By the street Doctrine
They keep knocking
The truth I keep dropping
So, the streets watching
They want to see
If I'm a press up
So, they

Tomorrow, United States of Africa 

This wanna country e mess up 
I no know wetin I go do again 
Wetin I go talk 

Wetin man go do before 
Me bɔ mo