Lyrics:
no contest
To be loved by you
I need to get out of the house today
To try my face
Out on strangers
And if anyone's to look my way
I'll latch onto
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I
in a life that's passed
Feels so distant now
In my parents' house
In my parents' house, there are new things
Strangers to my memory
This ain't what my
like all other men
We were baptized by water, we were washed in the blood
I don't remember much money, but recall lots of love
That church was
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp
But as soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet
Mhmm, uh huh
Ha Ha, yeah yeah
Ha ha, ha yeah
That's what imma call it
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Aye, I'm in the spot (Spot)
Aye, Twisting my locs
Merely infatuation
Go ahead with hesitation
Try to make the most of the truth
Side by side in the photo booth
What a waste of an afternoon
Isn't it
all the targets
Be a prodigy if you can zip
Up him and his partner
Yall was quarantining in the house
When we was out "Red-Rum"in'
That glizzy go "Boom,
have his picture on the wall at the station
A week later, they had came and grabbed him from his mama house
Couldn't afford a lawyer in the county,
memory behind
After all this time
I hear there's one special love in each life
And I must look like a fool
I thought it was you
I still drive by
You and I got lost
The same time every week
Friday night, dodging cars
On Smith St.
You and I had fun
Perhaps a bit too much
Rolling around in your
a station wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break back in the house
Giving your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front
Working at a very young age,
trying to help my parents pay the rent
I grew up in the ghetto where we lived day by day
Blue collar worker, no
wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw
good results are
Hard to come by in frustration
Or in fear of capitulation
There is meaning in being forward
I'll deliver all your vegetables
With
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
knew the terror of knowing everything
But just at that moment I awoke from my dream
Alone and naked, out in the field
Surrounded by strangers with
like a whore, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, bitch, fuck you call me?
All my homies bangers
Pistols ain't no strangers
his damn glasses
Shoot a cop twice in the chest that's a pig in a blanket
Disable java script on my tor i ain't ever lacking
Fuck xans man i need a perc
too
Eastwood, James Dean, Micky Dora's wild blue Pacific Sammy Davis missed his White House visit
For falling in love
With the wrong color missus
I
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
the house where I was raised
And he did it all because he was taught the old ways
By the time my daddy started
Passing down these tools to me
They were
sucking like a womb
To pull my naked body in
Without your eyes upon my weakness
Will I forget where I begin?
I am the stranger in your mirror
I am
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