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all depressed, music was the medicine
Face it, you better get used to this face, bitch
I ain't going nowhere, you can keep the spaceship
Extraplanetary

It's Like That Y'all

Sweet Tee

It's Tee Time

1989

Lean, mean, breakin' out on the scene
Me and the girls steppin' fresh outta Queens
So if you want to have a ball, give me a call
I'm Sweet Tee, it's

Berry body dressed in linen by Armani
Steppin' out the Scaglietti, smellin like Miyake
Me I play the Brera, that's Alfa Romeo
Never seen St. Tropez, but I

metaphors for medicine
I think this world is better for our presence in it
It's hard to tell or find the evidence, I know
But we don't need a king

on my toes hunny
(Ugh) (Tiffany)
Don't ever get it confused
I'm not cocky but I know that I'm better than you
Cool, calm, collect what the medicine do
I

ain’t intelligent…

I’m just talking homie yeah I need to vent…

My ideas brighter than the bulb by Edison…

Music like this, this my medicine…

Like

lyrical medicine/
The way I did it you gotta be fully committed/
Heart, spirit and résumé is why they say that I'm splendid/
Recommended to show you

live and die by the motto, let none survive
Livin' off my last cut, can't hold the sword up
You can have that for free before I take your best offer

but I
Just won't start rewind back to them old days, when my heart was blind
As long as you standin' by my side
No other girl's gonna come on this car

that don't get 'em steppin' off 'em.
And they can talk about a politic, rhetoric
Derelict, intellect, talk show with American
But I still can't make

old soul rapping with some corn rows
Ya'll don't know the past
I got that spoken word flow and
I'm a show yo ass
Steppin' on my toes and I'm a
Slap you

that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you