Lyrics:
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea.
That was when the best things in life were free.
Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty,
Which is
Well I said honey you don't know me
But I feel like I know you
Do you mind if I come in
It'll only take a minute or two
And by the way, I really
slipping by, no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
mixtape
Let me know what I mean by that
I’m hollerin at my pops, you already
Know the number one five star
Number one stunner
What up 5? I like you nigga
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
of a woman is to love her man
And we'll paint by numbers
'Til something sticks
I don't mind doing it for the kids
So come on, jump on board
Take a ride,
your keys
Was a book of numbers and your remedies
One of these surely will screen out the sorrow
But where are you tomorrow
I can't cry anymore
"She`s number four"
"There`s number three just by the door"
Those in the know, don`t even flatter her,
They go one better
"She was selling speedboats
'll tongue lick you toes girl
I know you like it nasty
Creep to ya condo, you know my waist heavy
Picture me being stuck in the
Closet like R kelly
That ain't
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
already scared to die
And no one's done a fucking thing but watch the bullets fly
Our nerves are cobwebbed with the dust of atrocity
The deadly daily
Vaguely inspired by an Otis Spann number,
And again it's an attempt to widen
The scope of a plain 12 bar sequence,
In fact the verses are 14
Counting numbers can be so much fun
Numbers are for everyone
Numerals are an easy way to count
You have one, two, three, four, five fingers
The right
neither one took the bait
We thought about breaking up, now we know it's much too late
We are bound by all the rest
Like the same phone number
All
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours
hunted by the man who was your friend.
So hang on to your woman, if you got one
Remember in El Paso once you shot one
I'll be in Santa Fe about one
where on a private island making love (yeah)
Now if I were a pirate baby I'd discover (yeah)
You for me cause girl you are a treasure (yeah)
If I
the hundred take it one by one
This is ragga with the inspiration
I can only sing of destruction today
'Cause my people are shedding blood everywhere
There is
(Instrumental & Talking)
[Verse 2: Ian Kelly]
Drive by, go bye reclined I seen it,
but past that promise no snitching in my demeanor,
I’m conditioned, like
the darkness anymore
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't
My name's in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy's bike
The preacher came by and I
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