Lyrics:
you sang to me?
Something about a princess and pea
A girl who lost sleep because of her sensitivity
Could you tell that much about me at three?
Picking
without a crowd
Black eyed peas, make her scream and shout
Calling out my name, on the Weeknd
Looking like drake, In my feelings
Yeah I be in my feelings
gotta say
Say
Is that I’m black
Black
Now I can’t breathe
Breathe
Because I’m black
Black
Tell em get up off me
Off me
Ain’t right what you doing you
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court
WHO AM I
A romance novel
An R & B love song
A soul food dinner
I'm talkin'
Black-eyed peas
Candied yams and cornbread
Men
Always claim me as wifey
the Black Eyed Peas
And no it ain't perfect nor guaranteed
But ima go and do it right with my expertise
Lately I been feelin like somebody else
I feel ways, I
enough like the Black Eyed Peas
And the condoms too small, now I'm wrapped tightly
Take it off, doggystyle, arch your back slightly
You think I'll get out
dagger!
Hit you between the eyes!
I cook my Black-Eyed Peas
While the black guy pees
Please, wear a black tie, please
Tell the black guy peace!
I use my
right here, son
We about to move to make you feel some
A lot of positive vibrations to build from
Cause all I wanna do is lose some and win some
Have
dump my load
Well it's coffee cakes and pork and beans
Black eyed peas and turnip greens
Turn on my radio one time more
Hear Ernest Tubb a walkin'
a click on the remote, then "pow"
Not Exactly what we'd want but you're not
Really giving me a choice right now
Sorry I forgot the magic spell
To make me
out butt naked watchin' the cosby show
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns
peach.
You make our black-eyed peas and our grits, Mame,
Seem like the bill of fare at the Ritz, Mame,
You came, you saw, you conquered
Freakin it, with the ill vocal tone
Outspoken, here's a token of my appreciation
I bring drama like Jason
Who can see me? You better ask Superman
for his
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
And always gone point at you when somethin go down
And I knew, that it would be me, and not jiz-ou
'cause they know that I roll, with the biggest black
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
a ball, man
(You sick?)
No
(Hungry?)
No, man
I just had myself a whole mess of black-eyed peas and rice
(Long way, long way)
(See what I mean?)
comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
my skin tone
How about that chat
Feeling fat if you're talking cash
I'm making bangers if you feel me then spud my hand
We'll make some peas if you
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