Lyrics:
gonna make it through
You say that you're afraid of ending up alone
But every day gets better 'cos it's you who's coming home
She says she likes James
George Washington, the first who didn't wanna run
John Adams was the second till 1801
Then Thomas Jefferson, who made the British mad
Next came James
a blunt, I'm tryna roll
Plus got cotton mouth, you know
This my shit talk, what I'm on
Brought my twin glocks, who want smoke?
If this bitch cock, it's gone
My Star Trek’s lastin forever, I’m breathing like the weather
Me and you together, these are bonds I’d never severe
I am James Bond, what’s going on?
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
that we can relate
To its originated being so let's procreate
Reminisce the old times as we integrate
And keep it out the hands of the foolish who
In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten
I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
the garden and helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all of his work went down the drain
The land was parched
Dolo by myself ain't no gang gang gang
I don't give a fuck about the fame fame fame
Pussy fucking traded it's a shame shame shame
You gave it ya all
Nate James
Always thought that I'd have my guys by side yeah
Nowadays if I'm not alone I'm surprised yeah
Some will up and try standing by but they die
great grey matter
Sensei replied, "What is your woman?
Is she just a container for the child?"
That soft pink matter
Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh,
'cause I'm natural
If on the first night I hit, then that's a hoe
And I gotta stay away
You can never by mine your nigga he got you on layaway
Bitch, we
what isn't stable I am
So intoxicated
I like to be dominated
By a girl who's complicated
I am easily persuaded
Even more when I am faded
Please explore
We at the bottom in the slums and the ghettos
With a 1001 problems, yet we praise His name
From picking cotton for slave masters
Who were rotten
waiting for my time
I could be waving to my groupie stans
And belt out my lungs accompanied by a band
But there's a huge chance forever I'm no one
I often
to the races
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like, huh
Cotton and mud, some chicks counting up buds
Mouth got cotton, prolly from
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
round like owl, oww
Tryna figure out who's who
And all my bad bitches wanna get down down
All my bitches going COO-COO
Bitch, whats crackin?
I’ma dog I
King James
Take a picture it'll last long like a freeze frame
No Kodak moment but I'm a get the cheese mane
Who do ya know that'll roll wit ya hand in
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low
I ask
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