Lyrics:
should be taken
Out tarred and feathered
To have let myself be taken in by you
From now on all my friends
Are gonna be strangers
I’m all through ever
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
Some friends of mine I never met called me the other day
They was gonna have a party and they called me to say
Hey Joe, how ya doin', how's your
what you was up to when you got here
Get off my couch (get)
And I just can't change it
It's gonna be good, get out on ya route
My bad, you're out
I
crying tonight
'Cause it all happened so fast
He's frightened by the future
Embarrassed by the past
So let him be who he wants to be
'Cause he ain't
front of Big Lou's, y'all chill!
We got Big JuJu, my man Joe Black main
Slick Rick is on the block
We gon' get ill for y'all one time
Money earnin
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her
skin
I'm an alien, not just an alien, oh
Tell me why I was born to live in this skin
Tell me how I'm supposed to be forgiven
With my hand in
fuck with me
Real talk nigga, believe it
This is why they fuck with me
Do what I do, y'know?
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe
like Sade
I'm pulling up in that Benzo
Sweatshirt by Kenzo
My killers blow, we ain't friends ho
Rob the plug if our ends low
Got some old heads still
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
corners
(Arf, arf, arf, arf) right back up on us
God tried to warn us, but sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like "This can't be
Y
'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (need-need-need it)
I'm
to be
Hell there's a kid down by the dump there, ought to be in grade school somewhere
Now he hangs out with me, now I told him
Keep yourself
Jesus, Mary and Joe
They done passed Heaven Bill 1070
Restricted signs everywhere you go
I think they want to bring back old Jim Crow
If there's a God
We do almost everything that lovers do
And that's why it's hard, just to be friends with you
Every time your heart is broken by the fool
I want you
the sun and the wind
And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend
Well sir he said with his voice calm and quiet
Them corn
you want
May be sometimes then ya don't
But leave your mind alone and just get high
Well, by and by, way after many years have gone
And all
lately
Whatever that may be
But now it's clear to me
I can just be "G"
[Chorus]
Hello why'all
Yeah this that Timbaland coming to ya one mo
Strangers just disguised as your friends
Never again ?cause now you know
That friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
got friends on the other side)
That's an echo gentleman
Just a little something we have here in Louisiana
A little parlor trick, don't worry
Sit
'all
Need it, need it to get by, y'all
Can you get me high, y'all? (Hey)
I'm just what you made, God, just what you made, God (need-need-need it)
I'm
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
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