Lyrics:
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Lovers, kids an' fools!
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Hmmm . . .
Words and Music by Marvin Hamlisch
and Paul Williams
Back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late
That my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
Pre>a lot of people helped with the lyrics, notably william wittman.
Thanks ww and everybody!
Intro: g#m c#m g#m c#m ebm g#m
G#m c#m g#m c#m ebm
should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Cause she
should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Cause she
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
to explain this?
Feel reclused in my own body
Feeling trapped by my old ideas
The spew out shit on my new I.Ps
The VIP credentials got me feeling so special
words and music by Curley Williams
- lyrics as recorded by Rosemary Clooney in 1951
If you loved me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't
cold heart?
Words and Music by Hank Williams, 1951
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
Left my ring by the soap
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke
Now is that love?
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
arrive with a specific energy
been received by a lot of the finicky
iʼve been there and done with the jealousy
no one can touch me, I keep it a century
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
time to educate
Time to demonstrate
Don’t yearn for a higher life
Cause once you arrive
You’ll lose all sense of drive
Will you manage to survive
Live by
by William Loren Katz
Take it back anything by Dr cornel West
You need to go get that
Michael Eric Dyson, all his books
Go get all of that
Henry Louis
that you don't wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
COMPOSED IN THE YEAR 1833 BY WILLIAM SANDYS
get it
They only care if the beat slap like a game of chicken
Listen, you know the verses be furnished by furnaces
Permanent damage to any rapper who's
the only gift I need is holding you
Instrumental turn around
I promised I'd be home by Christmas Eve
I've prayed everyday that promise would come true
Not Now
Lyrics by Rev. Jamey Williams
crranged and recorded by Melvin E. Knoblett
I heard the preacher preach the story of long, long ago,
When
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