Lyrics:
calling me
Some methaphysical writings
From an anonymous author who wrote: The Inhabitants of My Diary
These evil flowers of necromancy
Are devils´
best life
Open my diaries
Shatter reality
Edge Of Insanity
Lost in The Vanity
Broken By Tragedy
Fantasy so obscene
Woah oh
Woah Oh
Life’s a movie
conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired
watchin' too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy, so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anythin', then why did you
to my face
N***** pissy little girls, R Kelly case
I can't really tolerate no lame round me
Boy you broke, your pockets on E
Got Fendi on my belt
Cause I
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
then rock the shots of liquor
they make me cum quicker
rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly
you think you
Dear Diary
Things are way different
Learning to let go of things insignificant
Haven't written for a little while
Revisiting old entries made me
a little belly
Your bitch got a fat belly
When I was a little, I use to like jelly
Who the fuck really listens to R. Kelly
Why y'all niggas really out there
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Aww yeah, give it to me
At night I can't sleep
I'm tossin'
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
hot and sour
R. Kelly shit, no golden showers
Bitches on my dick call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Yeah, right, my daughters don't starve
Holdin' me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty
on the way man I swear we gone blow
Just running up Jacksons li nigga I ain't talking bout Bo
Diamonds like piss, nigga R Kelly
Money real tall real tall,
get
Broken hearts, they're all around me
And I don't see an easier way, to get out of this
Her diary sits by the bedside table
The curtains are closed,
Better get it while the gettin' is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours,
Dear Diary, today I saw the girl I'm going to marry
We passed each other in the hall
And when our eyes met, although no words were exchanged
me take you out to my home, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get you out that thong
When are you gon' really make up ya mind shorty? See Twista work
me take you out to my home, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get you out that thong
When are you gon' really make up ya mind shorty? See Twista work
you together forever
in the rain in the storm in any weather
this no be nelly and kelly dilemma
oh no no girl
Chop all my money
you stood by me
when i
If it ain't live, it ain't me
Oh nigga, I'm too deaf to move a step through shards or slip and slide
Talk back and you get me for cussin', cuttin',
Can't believe it
Ooo ooo
She all on me
yea yea
Baby you are you are
My firefly
Just stay right by my side
Do not do not
Don’t leave my side
I want you for
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy
I have a special message that I would like to leave with you
It's not anything real big, you can stick it
me fuckin' not to
Then we got stuck in high school
I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Yeah
Shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt
Y'all are like
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