Lyrics:
my skin are tears and scars
And I've walked in these shoes ten thousand miles
Been through all sorts of berating trials
So if you want heroes then
a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as fuck, and I'm freaky (and I'm freaky)
Get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (yeah)
Why
woman in the kitchen
Cooks up a kiss of death
Boilin' up mango, crab and coconut
And includin' cinnamon bread
But she drops the pan and says
Paranoia
my choice
Winston Churchill can you hear my voice?
Melodrama there in my kitchen sink
Double vision the way it is
Am I coming home to you again
'Round and 'round and we won't let go
And where we stop no one knows
Uh huh, uh huh
Down and down in a spin we turn
Looking like we'll never
the O-N-
-E - metaphors are no win!
Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in
No in! Open sesame, unveil the recipe!
Cocaine cook-up, Heroin and Ecstasy
The draft blew cold under the door
When we threw wour clothes to the kitchen floor
The broccoli boils in the pan on the gas stove where you stand
Told my girl to order in, I need the kitchen (need the kitchen)
Yeah, they know I got the hook-up, they just wait on me to cook up
Baby, I heat up
Ron and Kelly Chante contagious
(I'm Hot) Records heard, Dj's playin 'em
My words are being relayed who's sayin 'em?
Ay yo!!!! we are
My name's
Southern playalisti cadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin'
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens
She
have, but who really cares.
I sit here and wonder if we are sharing a different world,
And all these making emotions whirling around me swirl;
I'm in
We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
And how much is art really worth
And I'm singin'
Goodbye 20's,hello minivan
Look out 30's,I'm becoming my old man
The keys are in my pocket
I've got the title in my hand
Goodbye
the lonely sounds that her mem'ry makes
I see footprints in the garden by her roses
And footprints in the yard seem to stay
Each time I see the footprints my
spent a lonely night in the kitchen
Tryin' to fight all the tears in me
I'm still at the table as the day unfolds
With a half a cup of coffee that by
and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't lookin'
It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's
Pints in the kitchen nigga
Fuckin up the dishes nigga
In that bitch road whippin' nigga
Got pills they prescription nigga
I just dropped a 6 of wocky
Tired of all this bitchin'
Less and talk you listen
If it's eye for an eye
Then I'm leaving with no witness
I been on edge draggin' bitches
By they
you meet your maker
I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature
If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior
Said if
a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once
I see a lion captive in the kitchen
Rolling thunder rumbles down the hall
Once in awhile, everyone paces the floor
Lately, it's more and more
Love,
Kitchen twirling
Infinity in the guitar line
And we are grounded by our being different beings
Separate, not the same
I wanna spin you by the fridge
You have parents that are descent
Demon in the sheets bumping in the evening On and On
Like what's going on
Nelly Kelly tale how we excel over the phone
I left my boots out by the door like I always do
Same stack of magazines by the the kitchen sink, it's nothin' new
Same view out my bedroom window
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