Lyrics:
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
Nigga, fuck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got
heart that can endure the Waves washin
People plottin
The coffin was made of cotton
Working for somebody else's approval
Was the death of me
I tried many
picking cotton (I'll die for you)
My close homies that get it popping (I'll die for you)
You what time it is, nigga what?
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'd
could not get away
From the flurry of emergencies every single day
There was cotton on the killing fields
It blows down through the years
It sticks
barred from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other rappers names
So other motherfuckers can watch 'em
It's as simple as this y'all niggas
happy and all that
But then, until when like yo who would believe
yo that pops was the hooker, moms was the crackfiend
with no 9's to 5's to survive in
(you're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, it's the lights (you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction (you need that)
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
who couldn't gain control of what life gave him forgive him Lord....though we know not what we do you said you'll love us for it, even though we
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
Showing bere ribs
That some cage shit
We show our gratitude by wearing clothes made from the same cotton they paid with
Everyday shit
You can fill the ocean
AND SLACKS OR TROUSERS.
WHO HAD ON WHITE COTTON DRESSED WITH A DARKER PATTERN,
SUFFERED BURNS ONLY BENEATH THE PATTERN.
THE SKIN UNDER THE WHITE MATERIAL
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
the highs of tomorrow
Are applause's staged by a world tour dates
A set list best fit for those who know James
Cuz im a phoenix from his helix that rose from
at the profession, call me James hurt
And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
(He's dead)
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought
the province
Officers say they identified criminal in late 2021
Who they believe to be involved in drug trafficking
And launched an official investigation in
him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with
is the most movement that it sees
Her car stays parked in the lot still filled with gasoline
Who knows? Maybe one day she'll need it
Should James
nigga who u talking To? It's the blackheart shit who You talking to?
Shit, here we go again
Get it started, yeah i'm going in
Fuck it up, nigga who u
stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James
Yeah!
We gon' straight into something real, real
Real dynamic for hip-hop
Two thousand and eight shit
In the name of the late
Great James Yancey AKA
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