Lyrics:
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks
Laura loves her little family,
And she's the kind of woman who loves them with her life.
But sometimes in the evening,
When the world rests on her
think I can handle it
When there's so little dignity in anything
Do you feel what I feel?
And Christ, will you watch my back where I do roam?
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as though
we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th Upperclass
Twit
I check and try to recollect how I just let you die
And now I wallow in these severed ties
Of Yesterday [woman's voice]
[Gift of Gab]
Of yester-day
ETHELL, like every little woman, she of course was very excited! She creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her.) BILLY told ETHELL they were
clout
He put down a lick by shooting his boss in the mouth
Stole his money and hid the body when he covered it
Deep in Forest Park so nobody would
She sat back and blew six in that boy face
I want you, my dear
No, I won't leave you lonely
You hold your head up high
I won't let go 'cause I
Every man has certain needs
Talkin' 'bout them dirty deeds
To these needs I must concede
Livin' by my lowly creed
Woman please know that I'm good
where they're at
Whether they're Spanish (Chinese) white or black
Me and girls get along so very well
A man needs a woman in this world to excel
days to
Leave this little pest erased, yet
All it'll take is the butt of my shoe
And this caterpillar won't need to play dead
In the light of the moon
reached the age of maturity, he moved to the West Coast
And he fell in love when he got out there to this young girl
And then the inevitable
Became
My rap scribbling is best written in
My heart pad
The same heart broken by women in
My second and third year of college
Jennifer, Kim And em
No
friend had fled
To me way, you Santy, my dear Annie
Oh, you New York girls
Can't you dance the polka?
On a-looking around this little room
Nothing I
doors she a nasty girl.
She got a crazy little figure, nice round ass, walks so proper, talks with such class,
But behind closed doors she a nasty
we'll just stay cool, don't play fools
We gotta use our heads
My main girl Kim and I
In the studio
Shooting video for school
Her friends called on a whim
sinsera.
I wanna be with you hasta que me muera.
Lets make a pact and always be together,
With you by my side girl I'm down for whatever.
Something about
sinsera.
I wanna be with you hasta que me muera.
Lets make a pact and always be together,
With you by my side girl I'm down for whatever.
Something about
ask
And that is all
I wanna spread my wings
But I just can't fly
As a string of pearls
The pretty girls go sailin' by
Ocean deep
I'm so
ask
And that is all
I wanna spread my wings
But I just can't fly
As a string of pearls
The pretty girls go sailin' by
Ocean deep
I'm so
possessions
But you can't front
It gives us access to a lot more thangs
In New York for breakfast
And by dinner we be eating overseas
If you a little jetlag
than seven days to
Leave this little pest erased, yet
All it’ll take is the butt of my shoe
And this caterpillar won’t need to play dead
In the light
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