Lyrics:
my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat
And a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
Oh, you're not
my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat
And a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
Oh, you're not
Somebody get the doctor on the phone
My diagnosis, I got gettin' money syndrome
Hey! I got that hustler's disease
I got paper chasin' tendencies and they
the doctor on the phone
My diagnosis, I got gettin' money syndrome
Hey! I got that hustler's disease
I got paper chasin' tendencies and they
Yet to find
all the places
That gives the world around her, a little woman's touch
And she's the kind of woman, every woman wants to be like
And every man like me
I don't like when you say, "Hey, stranger"
'Cause every woman knows what that means
You just came out of another bad break up
And now you want me
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
to think like this
But something's just got, just got to give in
Woman
What does it mean to be a woman?
c missing peace, something I never had
So
cliché, cliché, cliché
What about the bad guy goes good, yeah?
And the missing love that's misunderstood, yeah
Black hour glass, hour glass, toast
Once a cup and now a casket glowing white like holy bone
Beg the question, never ask it, if she'd loved you, you'd have known
My memory palace is
here',
He says 'ever since I been in this house your face has went from white to red
and remember when I first walked through the door you acted like you
'cause you have to be woke
But now you've got me wondering
Thinking all the sudden, am I missing a trick?
(Missing a trick?)
Are you a brick house
The sunrise
Over a black skyline
Gives me light
As my god intended
I'm standing
Over a woman's corpse
Her clothes are torn
Her heart is missing
Let me
Take you
though they're broke?
It's the invention of whiteness
They call you white by white standards
Damn what they're talking 'bout human first
Stand
''Room 14, we have a 21-year-old woman, first hospitalization
She has no family, her mother raised her alone and died of cancer 4 years ago
She
White trash baby gimme white trash baby
Home since Friday I had a bad weekend.
Sure am missing my best friend.
Oh man he´s sure good to me
But you don´t
There was a little girl, picked up a doll, oh so white as snow
Said, "This is me as I really am"
Same little girl, picked up a doll, looked just
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
these bitches
Flow wasabi lie to me feeling so Sid Vicious
Woke up and did dishes
Nigga that's my dirty work
Back when white kids would say "not"
Nerd
Let me tell you a story
About an old friend
He seemed pretty happy
But said he was missing something
Down on the street one day
He saw a shining
Comfortable staring out the window
Unlock me a new symptom
My syndrome
I'm always careful not to get close
It's not deja vu it's an echo
Yeah I'm
woman’s mind laying in her own waste praying for me
Her great niece five times removed Angel CaPri
To live life simply
Be free
Love her skin and write
Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
This is Tony's Angels
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover
to ever die
White hand on my shoulder begging, telling me that everything's fine
Missing frequency, I hurt my ears and now I'm suicide
My town made
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