Lyrics:
But the trouble's still me
My best moments are with you
Like a desert in bloom
My best moments are with you
Some days I don't know
By the time
Three days I've been in the desert
By now you've probably heard all about me
I have a reputation that tends to proceed
Tall tales stories are told
the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
Was the oldest trick in the book
I'll be fine
'Cause I'm just acting like a child
A child
at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums,
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
the trick dice
And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand
And I'm on stage by myself,
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
I'm the one
10,000 to 1, could I possibly bet?
I'm compelled by your love and I haven't lost yet
Clearly you're the one
One in a million don't
When I am older
When I am 94
I'm gonna die in the desert
That's what the desert's for
And there'll be no water
No rain, no hail, no tears
'Cos it
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
of water, one grain of sand
I'll tell you a story as quick as I can
I got nothing by time, I
I'm Lazarus Man, yeah
He said, "I woke this mornin', felt
uncle's place
Still drivin' 'round in darkness
But I'm mostly stayin' straight
There's pretty girls down at Independence Lake
But they don't seem to see
does he get home?
Don't worry I ain't gonna need your help
I'm gonna watch y'all go home by yourself
A lil' bit of my man's sweet love
Is a whole
by nature
Takes one to know one fo'sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin a dick
with a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin an' shit
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique
I'm really slick, I know every trick
And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.
Get your greasy hands
tell by the devilish look in our eyes!!...
Goddamn! I'm a man. I'm a man. I said, shit Goddamn !! I'm a man!
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
Beside the pool of clear water
Fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed
But in your body language
Angels sing
I swear on the Bible
Swear
is running out of tricks
And days go on and I’m not getting any sleep without you
I have been wandering the streets
And I’m intoxicated by your love
to do but walk (walk it off pop)
And when I don't care to listen there's nothing to do but talk (keep you big mouth shut)
When I'm up in the airplane
waves in the desert look like a lake in the sand
Would you watch the sun burn out with me forever, ever, ever, ever?
You still intimidate me
Keep me up
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