Lyrics:
and sweet within
My favourite memory
Was under that tree
That's been there since
I was three
Now I would like to
Sing for you
My jabuticaba song
Isn't she
Yeah
Brooklyn
When I put on the right song
Get her going, now we fucking with the lights on
She so sweet that she even charming my python
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laid me down on my chest and massaged my back
And plenty days you don' cooked, and I never came home
Collard greens, macaroni & cheese, and neckbone
Leave it all behind
Yeah
We'll take you down
To sweet home Alabama
And out
To hotel California
Show you
The bluest skies in Texas
And the green
Green
the hooptie when I could be in a Camry
Don't say the bar is hella sweet like some candy
Cause honestly your honesty could really come in handy
I got the data
the pitch black night
Sweet song by the campfire sight
My firefly in the pale moonlight everythings all right its all right hes by my side
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Hes
for verses
When they ain't even killed a song
Fuck is niggas on
I am exactly who I say I am and who y'all scared to name
Lemme paint the picture
I'm
to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got
Yea, what we got right here is a song for the ladies
You really know what you want
One, two, three, four Dream Warriors knockin at your front
lawn
Bless up the water, this a gratitude song
Water feed my cabbage and my broccoli from long
So forward as ambassador for mama's blessing
The water is
thing was to provide setting for proper cultivation
Discrete location
Ten by ten foot spot
Lit up by a thousand watt lamp, plus two air-vents for
and sweet
Said meet me by the river on the edge of town
Down by the water when the sun goes down
Whispered I’d make good on all the promises I said
But
killing the beat
'Til my songs like treats (treats yea)
It come off all sweet
Realer than it seems
The money the theme (yea, yea)
The money my theme
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for Jamaica
Wit the spliff lit
Waving
a clear message
Like Khadijah saying prayers
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for
taught me as a kid
He had plenty of quirks
One of them was playing exactly two songs by Johnny Cash on his battered phone
As we hiked on the gravelly
I started
Playing guitar by the town memorial
All my songs were singing editorials
And when I'd done, the sermon on the mount
I counted my change
to Tribe, Comm Sense, BlackStar, Aquemini
Every song is hella fly, when the days go by I've got a soundtrack
Proud, hope she plaques a triple plat
She's
feel like a solitary desert swept by the wind
Here, sweet voices whisper me
Everything is still the same in my dreams
I don't want to fall asleep
My
scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves
By warm winds deflowered
Till the scent it gives
Make faint with too much sweet these heavy-wingéd thieves
'a break it down
My name is Marlon Green
It's a lovely place
And
We'll get by with a little more B.A.S.S
and the woods erupt in song
Right by my side she's standing, just as sweet as she is strong
Shining star of every show, still she likes to play the game
The whole
pond that I'm swimming
Onto the vision spawned think of the kitchen
I'm all Thai green curry chicken
Sweet peas and brown sugar mixed in you see
I like
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