Lyrics:
situated
Hump on a bump 'til them bumps is feelin' sore
Take a quick breather then I'm goin' back for more!
Feels so good
Feels, feels so good
salvation
Was determined from the start
For God's desire none be lost
Is deep within His heart
He took on flesh to be our
Perfect sacrifice for sin
For those
with my
Flow is so coco, yeah they go for you
Get frozen over
I can hit you with metaphors until
I'm sore at the mouth
But you still say that I can't rap
a big fan
I shoulda said "Hitman"
That nigga wear veneers too
Smilin' ear to ear too
For years I used to be buck
But I had to straighten up
Just like
is a train song
For birds that are stuck on the ground
For ears that only listen
For distant sounds
Hear the mourning of the midnight whistle
Hear
Open your eyes boy, take a good look around
Open your ears boy, listen to every sound
Open your eyes boy, take a good look around
Here I am, here I
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
She went to grab a couple beers
Lies accepted as truth to naive ears
Some woman are viscous cats,
Meers...
In this new frontier, madear, will have
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
light
Might shine through the foggy dew
And back through the glen
I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
up and cut
Still clowning
Jealousy be frowning
Keep in the street pounding
Haters that be downing
Y'all
Keep houndin'
Looking for new sounds
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
faith
Sealed an apostate witch's doom
It's the sound of another deadline
Whistling past your ears
It's the sight of a million regrets
Mounting over
sound?
I can't make it out, the volume, so quiet yet so loud
Astounded, I stand in awe
Confounded by what I heard, contradicting what I saw
I observe no
sore.
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see n'more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you.
For slavery
to impossible
All I wanted to do was ask
You don't have to get sore about it
We're really in love
Uh huh, and you were really in love with Betty, and Mary,
Lights out
When you wanna go to town with me?
Sound when the saints surround
Do you hear me?
Blab about, but you smile when you see me
Sound for sore
her
Imma spit that game in her ear talk about how
I wanna get to know her
I got something for her
Its just the way you started moving got me thirsty
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