Lyrics:
know you ain't got one
Cuz you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten, around here
Broadway's dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you
ride in line, shake yourself by the hand
Live your life inside a paper can
But you'll never get to pick and choose
She's bought you and sold you
There
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
and the baby and you side by side
We all knew we was in for a long hard ride
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide it seemed
We honked the horn when we crossed
know you ain't got one
Cuz you're livin' in a world that you're best forgotten, around here
Broadway's dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And you get beaten up by blacks
Who though they worked still got the sack
And when your soul
these brothers got barricades around the hearts
It's gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
'Cause if your man's a gee,
got debts no honest man could pay
The bank was holdin' my mortgage and takin' my house away
Now I ain't sayin' that make me an innocent man
But it
a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
looking glass
Without your heart in side
'cause she craves like you,
Behaves like you,
And lays like you,
But she ain't you,
She plays like you
, if you don't know by now, somehow I'm gonna make you understand,
I'm your midnight man and I love you till the daylight babe.
Got my six shooter,
got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You still fakin jacks
it's my fault
Around your enemies, then they call you before you hear about it
Talk to you like it's still love, keepin' your vision clouded
Tryin'
St. Louis woman
With your diamond rings
St. Louis man
You just
You just don't mean a thing
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed
you've got a man on your mind
You got a weight on your shoulders
How you ever gonna find the words to say goodbye
You don't know just what you got
St. Louis woman
With your diamond rings
St. Louis man
You just
You just don't mean a thing
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed
heart, they both got to go back home
Now love ain't nothing, single women loving married men
Well It'll do for a while, but It'll jam you at the end
I
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin' product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you want to stay in my motherfuckin' house"
"Many
Without your love
Heartache and misery, baby
Well, they're walking right by my side now, baby
Sadness came and got a hold on me
You better get on over
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