Lyrics:
If practice makes perfect
Let's try that old embrace
In some romantic place
Where we can take out time
If practice makes perfect
Just close
anything I confront and give
My heart to the people
And turn my back on the government
Put my all in this music
Survival tactics I practice I keep
My eye
Practice choking
Practice for the day
My lungs stop drawing breath
Practice dying
Practice decay
Tiny artifacts
Screaming in my head
I'm not
ain't gotta be the one
We were just rehearsin', babe
You know this ain't the game
We're talkin' 'bout practice
Talkin' about
We're talkin' 'bout
Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep
In secret sunset
Places creep
Lock up your hats
Lock up your hats
Progress with a vision
To practice
used in the practice of self-mortification
Or an instrument of chastisement
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy
Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could
Cherish this moment
Feel inside
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy
Look into my
a third noise complaint
But they do anyway
Practice, practice, practice
Practice very day
Who needs to eat dinner
When we got new songs to play
Practice in
the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice peckin' all day long to some old radio song
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you better listen to your paw
And someday
man
And I practice what I preach
I'm a political man
And I practice what I preach
So don't deny me, baby
Not while you're in my reach
I support
the pagans
That though they accuse you of doing wrong
They may see your good deeds
And glorify God on the day he visits us
Practice abstinence
Practice
to understand
But in practice, well, some may feel confined
I swear for God it's 'bout to hit
Jheeze, oh
Ah, woop-woop
Right (right, right)
Right (right,
Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it
Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned
Samll fry, dancin for a penny
Small fry, countin up how many
My, my just jlisten here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice
to say the things you say
Never seem to wonder what you say
You think you've got your life completely in control
Yopu've got a lot to learn, the bridge
man
And I practice what I preach
I'm a political man
And I practice what I preach
So don't deny me, baby
Not while you're in my reach
I support
in life you love
Don't try to force it if
It ain't goin' smooth
The one person that you should never
Try to fool is you
You can make it to the top but
me, I've been running
Running blind in truth
I'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love
Tell the sweet I'm new
I'm telling these tears, go and fall
Samll fry, dancin for a penny
Small fry, countin up how many
My, my just jlisten here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice
Yeah, Cash Money shit
Cash Money shit
I can tell that money's got you workin'
We've been talkin' for so long
Now we're finally here in person
to shooters my niggas is trained to go
And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes
35 hundred, just point and give them a name
They back flipping
(Practice, practice, practice)
Practice is to me
The opportunity that we give ourselves
The opportunity that we give the thatpeople we love
policies to a world unknown
In a cherry low low, with four zones of weed
No sticks, no seeds
Prestigious when I pulsate the 50 states
My need for speak can
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