Lyrics:
Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked
It makes your mind get sick
So come on by
Stay and talk about it
Drink some wine
I'm really glad you stopped in, brother of mine
We'll sit
And the old hearts, they race their way though the night
The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's
on our building
This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me
So I went back and read the first few letters that said
Some shit about a message you
some good weed to set you free
You know me, I'm your friend, when you need a mini-thin
(I'm Slim Shady) I'm Shady!
I like happy things
I'm really
a livin'
Takin' it day by day
Some of the things that I've seen you just wouldn't believe
But I always hold my head up with dignity
Can't judge the book
shuffled by
One day we might say
We're angry not afraid
Like breathing just to breathe
That we might find some reason
But there's much to go round
You want to take me to a doctor
To talk to me about my mind
To try to give directions to some places
That I don't really want to find.
Trouble in me
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You're dealing with malpractice, don't kill a good nigga's confidence
Just cause he
me
Memories plague me
That's just the way it is
And Clarence Thomas's wife is foul as can be
I'm surprised that I'm surprised
Especially when I know
us younger folks were known for all
The hell that we could raise
I must admit we had some good
Times in the good old days
Wake up in the early morning
can't let go like that
And girl, how long it took to build it up
There must be some reason why he callin' back (I'm back)
I'm back in this bitch
draws
But after all the good times you know comes the rain
I had to cut that bitch off for some shit I can't explain
I blamed it on her trip and she
Jet trails cut across a Winter County sky
That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die
There's a beautiful black gale and then he's waiting there
really live in peace
Becuse you'll know for sure
Your little lady's gonna stand by you
When all that's been distroyed
A woman needs a good man
To be
Now it was a hot sticky morning
'Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
I'm hanging out by myself
And I'm having a good time
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
shy
He's so shy
That sweet little boy who caught my eye
He's so shy
He's so shy
And he's much too good to let get by, oh yes he is
Now holding
of jazz, Thomas "Fats" Waller. He gave us those immortal lines, "Shrimp and rice, mighty nice. Give me some seafood mama!"
That's what I want, you know what
Still rectifying, straightening things out
I know what a good feelin' you're never in doubt
Sometimes I'm by myself- feelin' alone
I just look around
Well I know, some people don't like you to talk about those things.
I know that. Some people don't like you to mention certain things.
Some people
the
Troubles that I had, but somehow I got through
I always managed to... and by the way
How are you?
How is your life?
How is it going?
Are you still
Anxious
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Alan Benjamin Thomas
I been feeling so sick
In the morning
I can’t take it anymore
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