Lyrics:
Herbert Sacker, Nina Simone
Why you want to fly Blackbird you ain't ever gonna fly
No place bif enough for holding all the tears you're gonna cry
Herbert Sacker, Nina Simone
Why you want to fly Blackbird you ain't ever gonna fly
No place bif enough for holding all the tears you're gonna cry
I ain't got the strength to lift my fingers
'Cause you have robbed this love from me
But, Nina, I don't mind, that's the way it's gotta be
'Cause,
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume,
One, two
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got
the life? Ain't it the life?
Ain't it the life? Got no crime
Just sail on by
Sail on by
Ain't it the life? Ain't it the life?
Ain't it the life? Got no
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume,
Nina's in the bedroom
She said, "Time to go now"
But leavin' it ain't easy
I got to let go, oh, I got to let go
And the hours they ran slow
I said,
Nina's in the bedroom
She said, "Time to go now"
But leavin' it ain't easy
I got to let go, oh, I got to let go
And the hours they ran slow
I said,
can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating
here
'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina
I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone"
Ayy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braided
Hands
cant see B.I.G. wit telepathy
the recipe of picture hardcore wit a gun
pimpin aint easy but it's always fun
when I bust my nut
I bust em one by one
so
sorry
I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
Three o'clock, roadblock
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there?)
[Both:]
Good lovin' ain't easy
Good lovin' ain't easy, darlin'
Good lovin' ain't easy to come by, oh no no
[Marvin:]
I've tried the good life and I
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
crap
But really something else
We've lost a lot of them, in the last two years
But we have remaining, Monk, Miles
Audience: Nina!
Ms. Simone: I
in my nemesis, I contemplated forgiveness, I think I lost all my innocence
Ho, my life depend on this, this ain't no simple sucka shit
Try and steal
love me
I... know that I did it to you
But... only after I knew
That... you were just a game
And you better believe that I ain't gonna play
(Hook)
(Nina
him
'Cause things are bad
It ain't his fault
I've gone and lost
The only love
I ever had
Love
Love
I miss him so
It's no life
And I'm so
call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch
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