Lyrics:
but don't know what to do 'cause I'm not your guy,
but let me just request you take a look at me.
I love you girl I'm not just talking.
please allow
When hearing them when passing by
It sound to me you slaving for some paper from a mastermind
And that's why I, ain't never gassing plants that's been
Walking on a path of hope and dreams
Searching for answers, heart bursting at the seams (seams)
Every step guided by love's request
Yearning for solace,
Your eyes are covered with the same guilt that covered your hearts
Before hands tied twisted and bound by sin
Rip my flesh open and watch it bleed
My testimony starts losin a homie behind somethin phony
Flippin those zonie's for Rice A Roni
Lifted by my lonely for only brother to take, well
[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Rock on the boards, why'know?
Hahahahahaha, yeah
Yeah yeah, what what
Yo, yo
Whatever I write, I abide by, sayin what I mean
Meanin
requests to do a tune by the late great Sam Cooke
There were so many great tunes he did in the 60s
That it would take me really all night long to go through
could whistle you out.
Then says the maid, You'll have your request.
And the parson he grinned like a fox in his nest.
But before that we may do this
requested time off for bugged behavior
And rhymed off of thug beats bumped by a neighbor
Who spoke with his fist and kept a mirror with a thumbhole
Cell
My request is simple, it's every child's desire
I only want your blessing
Daughter, dear daughter, you're nothing but a fool
This world is governed by
left of us, the cunning wins again
You call this inspiration, I call this a charade
Driven by institution, hell-bent on having the stain
I should grab
been written in Braille
It seems the more that we touch, the more we learn about our failings
I'm struck speechless by the nape of your neck
But
Or five, that's for my jam on the request line
So if you stress me I could tell you through the grapevine
It's like this
(Chorus)
Them that's gots, I
Cecille will pick out all your clothes
Blue is her best color, no red I think
Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer
Soap, no, bubbles, I think
Annette
Wretched will, host of pleasure surreal
Closed the room where the last is buried
Rise or fall at your master's request
You're unable to accept
feed
Immunity lost, full price at your cost
Industry living by disease
Imagine, idolize and idealize
A dream a nightmare couldn't change
Any
a good time
Dancing with my baby
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the ice box
Popcorn's
suggest
Skip the drama
Stay with mama
Mother knows best
Got ahead, get trampled by a rhino
Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead!
Me, I'm just your
storm
whinin up whinin up
want it,make me rise by a trump
want it, and by the way she perform
want it,she going up like a bum
fireing up fireing up
she's
all these complications
Can't even hold these conversations
Caused by all the observations
Everything you've known
Everything destined to be dropped
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For real
What I learned this time
I cannot just stand by
Gotta keep your guard up at all times
Case it does
time
For now you’re mine
Engrossed by the beauty in your eyes, I feel at ease
But then we turn, and I watch myself burn to the third degree
We’re in
to save money
Follow all orders given to you by federal and local police
cnd now from his royal palace, his excellency, the president
I declare this
and blessed day
and nothing is to be slain,
except what is pure and perfect.
Look at the cow that I have just slaughtered at your request
and how disappointed
.jpg/220px-D'Angelo_Pori_Jazz_2012_(cropped).jpg "DAngelo")
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