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It was the kind of love Most people only find it once
Divinely touched by angels; There was no time for lust
We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray
Nothing seems to ever cure your ill
(Have it your way)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Ooh, who was that? Ha ha ha ha ha ha, oh oh oh)
The salvation
shoes, as my mom would say. Just for a moment, stand in their shoes.
Because here's the thing about life. There's no accounting for what fate will deal
thing that I've seen in my life
And I see it I feel it
I know and I mean it
Where there's a will there is a way
Where there's a will there's hope
And see
to my life cuttin corners tryna find a way to get by a way to get by What happened to my life what happened to the people by side i be mostly by my lonely
the ones that gon' love u different
Girl I really tryna find my way to you baby
When I reach out for your hand
Girl you'll be right there (I know you will
demanding the management
Production value ain't worth a cennnt
When fun come in last it ain't worth a cennnnt
The way they dismiss the idea of good will
I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada
I don’t care where ya are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark, you
a Philly nigga but got
Hitters out in Georgia too
They'll find out where you livin' in
Georgia and start extortin' you
You said, "I get paid way more than
psychosis
It's ya boy Bobby
Coming at you just like a fucking zombie
Thought you dropped me but I'm free
And there's no way to skip this scene
I'm gonna
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We
song for you to mourn
Years go by and you are still impressed
By the way I appear to you in the looking glass
Welcome to my home
A place where nobody
and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two doin' an album together
Ooh shit
Okay, I
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
'I will be there early
I will be there early
Where you are, where you are
Where you go, where you go
I promise 'I will be there early
I will be there
I'll be there (I'll be there)
Definitely by one I will be there (I'll be there)
Definitely by one I will be there (I'll be there)
Really I'm not goin'
Rockville, Maryland
7:36 am. Where a biracial baby was born
To a black father and a white mother
Father that wasn't there, addicted to
Crack cocaine,
Across down 7th Street I bought
Most of my haze
And from my momma I got most of my ways
She was all I had
Fell in love same streets where I lost my dad
to those you know and make sure that you look both ways before you cross the road
Just remember who you trust don’t be deceived by greed and lust…is there
Sesame Street ain't enough
But If the interest ain't there then the principal Corrupt
Come a long way from interstate weigh stations
School was the time
the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can't.
There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where
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