Lyrics:
sight, the flight attendant catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talking 'bout, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight
, then just give me my own
hell back
so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
c'mon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
we don't wanna face it alone,
If the skies above you were starless,
Would you follow me back home?
Hold on,
Hold on,
Hold on to our broken parts,
It's DJ-Z!
Cashmase
Lady P
Sedia B
Baby can you be my cherry on top
Tell me, can you tie a knot?
She got that red lip gloss
Want that cream? Then
Because insanity is what kept me for so long
When I had lived in a dark place
They called it the unknown
The dark home
The place you went to just be
And your lover might live
Life to give, life to take
Never making mistakes
All wise enjoying everything right and exact
Poor facts, pro-black
Donnelly Homes
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
it on back, lean it on back)
(Lean it on back, yeah)
Like a pocket seat of a black Camaro
And a spot out by the lake
Where we turned up, we
me
I
I
I wanna take
You home with me
Home with me
All I want is good days
Followed by some good nights
If you be my baby
We can drink in all
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
Griot B
cwww Thank you I'm back - Wait.. Where is my wig at?
Come on.. Make sure my edges are laid flat. .
Welcome to Black Made That - cll that
voice in your head
Yeah I know, yeah I know, I'm talking to Him
Take me home, take me home, take me home again
Take me home, take me home, take me home
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Let's stay in for the night
Maybe take a walk outside
Let's distance your pride
Me fall in love with your mind
If
the blues and blacks
But the yellows gone from me
The yellows gone from me
You can wake up one morning
And there is no getting back
All the things you were
I'm sick of seeing black boys killed in the streets
Disgusted by the chemicals they put in our meats
Our kids hate the skin they're in
Because
to undress her, yes sir
Ain't no pressure, later that semester
She put me down with her home girl name Tanisha
She was so vicious, lips so luscious
Suck
keep safe for Pete's sake
Black eye, my guy, say my man, he's gonna need steak
What's the hold up, beefcake? How long could this beef take
Shattered
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
because I got stood up
But still got some box the big screen when she looked up
Went back home to write raps off boone farms and that damn Paul Masson
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
on my own,
Notice how she calls me when you're gone,
Notice how you haven't figured out the rhymes,
My schemes,
To how I get to things,
How my lips
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