Lyrics:
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
a scene or two erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change
Callin'
No pain baby no gain
No pain no gain
Physical
I want something that is soft and sweet
And I can see it, that lady's the treat
I'm gonna kill
and I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But
right
What's all this talk that nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This
Remember that one time
I bit you on the arm
I was just afraid of
The solitude of being in love
I want to be in your house
Right now
Make you stand by
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
found the perfect plan for love
Side by side we took a lovers walk
Word by word we had a lover's talk
One word led to another and then
Then in no time
Do you want more?
You're dirty, sweet girl I want more
You're dressed in black, don't look back, I want more
Take me by the hand, you're trouble
of us who live a life
Surrounded by good fortune and
Wealth, talk about it
For those of us who live a life
(hey, hey, hey) enjoying ourselves
For
found the perfect plan for love
Side by side we took a lovers walk
Word by word we had a lover's talk
One word led to another and then
Then in no time
I is just what I was,
And am ain't who I be.
To love the language,
You got to be born
On the banks of the Mississippi.
Ax', ya "x," what talks
love to you
That's the time
I feel like making dreams come true
Oh, baby
When you talk to me
When you're moanin' sweet and low
When you touch me
it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
Man, they weren't playin'
They sure threw those cuffs on quick
You tried to sweet talk 'em
They didn't fall for it, but I did
You were on the left
I
We all know Roger, Roger lives in Queens
Brooklyn, Manhattan, the Bronx, and he fiends
For knowledge, and people try to diss him because of that
love to you
That's the time
I feel like making dreams come true
Oh, baby
When you talk to me
When you're moanin' sweet and low
When you touch me
baby talk
Know by the way that you treat your man
I can love you, baby, till the night train
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you
It is time to raise more than our eyebrows in protest
It is time to put our bodies where our hopes lie
This is not a moment to invoke the sweet by
"I'm all good all by myself"
Well, here I am again
It's been too long, old friend
If floors could cry and walls could talk
I hope they'd say, "It
*Line not sung
Evan: *My name is Evan Goldman I live at 224 West Ninety 2nd
Street in the heart of Manhattan and my life just when to hell
all this talk about loving me, my sweet?
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Can't you understand me?
Now baby, please pull yourself
just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk
I was born in the south, with a twang in my mouth,
where the honeysuckle wind did blow
The older I get by the day I just miss how simple it was,
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