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Wake me with kisses in the afternoon The butler knows any time you Arrive is never too soon He knows just where you are by The sound of your car
makes me jump Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin' That's the joint, that's the jam' Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the Black
yesterday You had to ask me where it was at I couldn't believe after all these years You didn't know me better than that Sweet lady Idiot wind Blowing
yesterday You had to ask me where it was at I couldn't believe after all these years You didn't know me better than that Sweet lady Idiot wind Blowing
to death, what up with you? You know my steez True indeed Say it loud Black and proud Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate Do it now Hay dios mio,
kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know
goes around, comes back you know) So when I die I hope I live in the sky All my folk who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God, I wanna
a little girl-e-o Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends And every time he passes by, they all invite him in He'll clap his hands, sing
dressed in all black Took my by the hand And he lead me where the darkness lives Chains on the walls You can see where the bodies been Tried to claim me But
a little girly oh Bimbo, is a little boy Who's got a million friends And every time he passes by They all invite him in He'll clap his hands And sing
of orange, red, black and green All have me bursting at the seams And know that every day It is a dyin' day And it goes
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
to the west coast, all my bitches Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop Walk up in
it It's late in the morning, close to the time And Mary's in the alley she never stops smiling Always love to see her she means a lot to me But I know
lickin Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets I jam like I don't know how to work the tec Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn' Never lie for
making laws for the breaking of jaws And the sound of the keys as they clink But there's no time to think. The bridge that you travel on goes
Silence To hear once more Her footsteps Down a shadowed corridor Frightened You're overdue The darkest day Goes on until it's blessed by you
and I know you're there (don't need me) Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by) And it sticks like a broken record Everything sticks
the shots Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops Then we celebrate, black bottles pop Time to elevate, we re-open shop Wale a genius, Meek Mill
the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude that played ball for the NBA Would make a mistake on the who knew estates, throw it away Who knew
just a black man trapped in this white world And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent
trying to get to Heaven, could you tell me where that is?" On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary
here, waiting Watching reruns of my life When you reach the point of breaking Know it's gonna take some time To heal the broken memories That another
girl Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends And every time he passed by they all invite him in He'll clap his hands and sing and dance
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