Lyrics:
stone
No place to call my home
I LET NOBODY TIE ME DOWN
One more brief romance
And with a fleeting glance
I gently close the door at dawn
someday I may
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
When I was but a young man,I was wild and full of fire
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
I ran away from home and left my
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day
(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts
Wearing a gross body and using a damaged brain
How many bitches in this shit?
Which one imma get home?
They all rejected me, so none
Well… I'm done
In deed,
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire
I ran away from home and left my
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind
“Karen’s Song”
By John S. Collins
Verse I
When I was small I had a doll
Whose dress was faded blue
And I can remember my very first Christmas
When I
love, love, love
And I used to call you on the telephone
And I thought, I thought it very funny why you were never home
And I used to believe that I
Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg
just like his fate
He'd always call me, "sugar babe"
And what I wouldn't give to hear "I love you" one more time
He loved to read John 3:16
Tapped
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order,who get
the air while their faces turn blue
Just kidding
All Three: It's a good life on a boat
There are distant lands with burning sands
That call across
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid?
Is that what you heard?
Yeah, well, I like to see some
a favor, won't you call John the Baptist
Tell him I'll be there soon if I make it back to town
My upbringing
Was full of things
"Just keep us safe and happy
wipe away your tears.
Call on His name, He will rescue you.
Our heavenly Father sent His only Son to save us all from damnation.
VERSE FOUR (John)
There
through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we
and just move freely
Special K, what he says all said carefully
Me not sit all along and just wait by phone
Not call me 'cause me never, never home ya
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
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