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stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
breaks you down
Just listen to the sound
[Chorus]
What do I do when it's all been done
When the words have all been sung
And I've given up the best
finger
Sowed up like a singer
Baa-by girl
I make every nigga irrelevant
I'm sex intelligent
[Chorus]
Sex Intelligent
Know how to work it right
and break it down, to come around
The days end, with a song on our souls
Dig it up, and wag around to the jams of the weekend
The days end, with a song
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation,
flowers on it
His momma standing by and denying
The fact he gone
Gonna got his head flown, ended up dead wrong
Quick draw my, get shit popping off
See rag
can't on,
you my angel mortilized in song baby forever
Everybody need a potna,
to stand right by they side
Not only down through the good times,
but also
want, what they’ve done and how they’re the coming
They’ll be on your TV singing cover songs, till you are done
Pick them up, dress them nice, make them
[Kanye West] + (Ludacris + Shawnna)
Now, blaze that!
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (yeah)
(Stand up!) (uh) (stand up!) (uh)
[Chorus: Ludacris +
you by a lot of inches
She'll be mine by one phone call
I might take her in the bathroom stall
You can tell Third Leg Greg is a freak
The evidence is in
better? (Nothing's better)
And all the answers to our prayers
Hell, it's the same everywhere (just the same now)
Nothing ever breaks up the heart (love's
is the new whack
So it's safe to say we're in Bonnie says Cheadle
On the outskirts of our army, we scare people
But it's not for evil, up with hawks
I keep making the same damn song
Ride around drunk till my wheels fall off again
I see you, wanted to be you
But you couldn't care less
See it's one
And nothing left to say
You hear the hinge on the screen door cry
A tear stands up in your eye
Time to break out all the sad songs
That you've forgotten how
To hold by yourself
If you're looking for a safe place to land
I will guide you home
And if the levy of your
Life breaks all your plans
You'll never be
Just hit the center stage, keep your body movin
You got me in this phase by the way that you groovin'
I gotta get your name cuz I'm bout to lose it
Said
and by
While others disappear
Into the sky
Good morning, mirror
Break the change to me
I tried to stay too close to see
That there's a pattern in
Alright let's go
This song's called Thank God I'm blessed
Put the music up
Yea
Yea
Yea
Wake up in the morning
Wipe the cold out my eye
Another day
night skies, talked about in song,
We play along, so bitter sweet by our design.
I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you,
This is it, this is
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
up or break down
Climbing high for the perfect crown
swarming like bees around the hive
urgency to feel alive
storming
by a common drive
on with
you know my funk was all up in ya
Deep in ya creep when you walk, I dig that
Split your wig back, now grab the bedpost
Move in real close, I feel
me up each time my heart breaks
The way You always stood by
I'd feel You
You'd move right through my heart
We never really were apart
Oh, Lord
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
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