Lyrics:
filled 'em up and painted some
Though the book, it may never be read
Oh, by anyone, oh, anyone but me
And I hope the people are smiling
And I hope
to skrt on me, babe
Drop down, look suh you know I need to know
'Cause you keep telling me your love ain't free, babe
But if you with it, wine up on me
to hide it now she throw it up in your face
Our skill margin don't leave spaces to argue
You know it's not up for debate
It ain't up for discussion, cause
the church because of the horsemen
That used to come attack the
Place and sack the church
It's been walled up to where there's just
A very narrow opening
on the shelf
Won't you to come up here and talk to me
'Cause I get lonesome by myself?"
I was feelin' lonesome too
And I knew just how she felt
And I knew just
kitty
Netflix or Hulu? Baby, you choose
I'm up like Starbucks, three pumps, ooh
This pussy good for ya health, call it superfood
When I'm by myself,
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you
wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble bitch bitch
down to Woodside
I left Berkley, out of city, out of mind
Killin' it, talkin' shit
Joan said she was gonna quit
Tearin' it up at the Afro-Caribbean
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
love me, I know she ain't home
So why in the hell do I pick up this phone
And call her, why do I call her'
I've dropped by her mama's stoned out
Oh ho, ho ho ho, ooh, hoo
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
of fancy-free
It was a group in automation getting together two by two
Where people live and love one another, people who live like me and you
Then on the beach
on your shoulder
Will it be Hell or Heaven on earth the choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna, live life for all it's
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
You've got a dangerous background
And everything you've dreamed of
Yeah, you're the Dark Angel
It don't show when you break up
And I'm
A mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin'
Carryin'
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Well I was allegedly dropped
By a truck
show me how you feel (feel)
It took your mama nine months to make it
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it
Cut that kronk clean up I
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now
Yes indeed, yes indeed, out this motherfucker
Back with the right foot steppin' in first
And the left foot steppin' in after
I go by the divine
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