Lyrics:
dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it
and I see you
Lord, you I see
Sugar, sugar in my mirror
In the mornin'
Instead of seein' me
I see you, babe
I see your face
And inside me
Is
findin someone else, no that aint the case
But she came to the club knowin' I was gonna be here
so she could front that nigga in my face
That shit aint
beggin' me to spank it
Lookin' like a host from the Barbary coast
Nigga don't wanna get burnt like toast
Whassup wit deez nuts in ya me-outh
Aight
High-calorie boggy turbinates
In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in
the O.G. leaning
(LL, I keep birdies fiending) What you hating for?
(1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7)
(Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the legend
Stay strapped
a face in pain
clouded by dirt, covered in sun
why do you think, branded makes free?
Screaming roadways, dreams fall flat
(But) have it your way, you'll
cried seven minutes for you, seven long drawn sixty-second sobs
Grief, a simple thing; add water to the sorrow and wait
Darkness precipitate, ruin my
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
on her face
Glistening diamond tears
She crooned gentle rhymes to herself
Devoured by the wind
Hidden eyes on moonlit skin - hands shaking with ill will
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop junkie in the city
Hungry hip hop
that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
I lost my mind during Sugaree
at 7:49
Not a Deadhead but my head went dead
at 7:49
I see faces in the fabric
Watch myself staring back through
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
English is the most widely spoken language
In the history of the planet
One out of every seven human beings
Can speak or read it
Half the world's
of
The arbitration provision tilted it decidedly
In favor of the dealer and caused it to be
Permeated by unconscionability moreover
Injunctive relief from
That yer sweeter than cream
and he's gotta have cream or die?
Whatcha gonna do when he talks that way?
Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't
spoon shit up again
Out of my face you are not worth my time
Look back to all the mess we left behind
Seven years you're walking down this path
your warm hand on my face.
I took your index finger in between my teeth,
and I held it gently in place.
it was resting lightly on my tongue in there.
I
Late night
Cold air
Rain is
Pouring
Jacket
On you
Why so
Warming
Uber swerving
I can't
Focus
Take a
Second
Feel the
Moment
Key pad
Penthouse
So
and fine
Your face will smile and your eyes will shine
Someday some morning sometime
I'll build you a house all covered in vines
I'll bring you
Simpson family hardly spoke
With seven kids, it wasn't a joke
Just meeting at night on the sofa
All trying to watch TV
Tucked away in North West
today (straight up)
Might go extra-extra just so I can see they face (Hit-Boy, straight up, damn)
Keep X's and O's and interchange, yeah
Hit three in
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