Lyrics:
by like flying bricks
Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
I’d just stay home if I were smart
It’s open season on my heart
I can’t blame anyone but
knew what hit me, baby, you were flowing through my veins
I'm addicted to you, hooked on your love
Like a powerful drug I can't get enough of
Lost
Get out of my blood, salamander
I can't seem to blow off enough steam to get you out of my head
Soul cycle you to death, run you out of my blood
really want to get small?"
But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what
Prologue:
"Airport scurry flurry faces
Parade of passers by
People going many places
With a smile or just a sigh
Waiting waiting pass the time
I'm a fool for your love
I'm a fool for your love
I'm just a fool for your love
I'm a fool and I can't get enough
Drivin' home from this sleepy old
charity he says I ain't no beggar man
All I need is a chance to get back on my feet
But we just pass him by well it could be you or me
I've seen enough
(never be enough)
(I won't stop until I find) my runaway love
See my baby really needs some help
'Cause she can never stay at home by herself
She
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
And I don't leave the highway long enough
To bog down in
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly
Just keep on the hustle 'cause we
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
much
Baby that's just, why I can't get enough
Baby that's just why I love you so much
I love only you
Now you say that you're down
Oh, you said
matter where my baby is
she never leaves me without love
She gives it up till I get enough
then I'm alright
'Til my baby comes home
if she stays
through
What I'm really tryin' to say is I can't get enough of you
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come
through
What I'm really tryin' to say is I can't get enough of you
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come
One more time
Just a little thing they call they poor man blues
I've been a working in a cotton field way down south
Choppin' and a pickin' lord
without me
You'll find there's not enough
And that you love too much
Can't live with me
You can't live with me
Can't live without me
Just call me
My style can't be duplicated or recycled
This chick is a sick individual
Sicktate, volume two, believe it!
Ho! Ho!
Let me switch up the game
I
heart will suck the good earth dry
With everything it's opposite enough to keep you crying
Or keep this old world spinning with a twinkle in its eye
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
focus, you wanna get caught with your eyes open
You wanna stay clear of the prognosis
Pride provoked him, watch demotion
Watch em' close enough
Don't
Hahaha, uh
See, to live is to suffer
But to survive
Well, that's to find meaning in the suffering
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get
doing
It'll pain hit by a train, if you can't see your ways
Is this my fate?
I'm so afraid
You talk so sweet, give me cavities
No, I can't get enough
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
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