Lyrics:
You think bein' meek is weak, huh?
You try bein' meek for a week. Ain't that right, ya?
I go by K to the second letter
But my name is a second
to a parable: I will open my dark saying upon the harp.
5 Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity of my heels shall compass me about?
6
All the time we put in
Has gone down the drain I can tell by your silence
That we don't feel the same
I'm going round in circles
Before going down in
expected
From men who speak of wisdom with no clue of what respect is
You Westerners are sloppy, needing discipline in life
You lack control of yourselves
from the men who co-op them
The world is not kind to a woman who is confident in her sexuality
My spirit quakes as I watch my friends explain consent
Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
'Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers, like Monkey-in-the-Middle by
or in jail
Now these kids braindead and prisoners to they cell
My lil cousin come around and barley make a sound
He got his headphones on, his head
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
far and wide.
He readied each batch near his little house,
If ye thirsty and wondering nigh.
N'hard men from the camps with their pay in hand,
the same Drizzy head in the clouds
Is Oscar still a grouch? Is my mans on the couch?
Talkin to the moon, bear in a big blue house
If the sky started falling
I'm in jail because I killed my wife
I killed her for her money
A great judge put me here for life
In our sweet jail house Z
Now I'm a self-made man
Collapse, it's not the right time to fall just yet
Bouncy house dining room
I'm just screaming little colors in my head
Bouncy house dining room
I'm just
on the front steps are mine.
Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know,
and waiting
And the rope is oscillating
He'll get such a banging, banging
Followed by a hanging, hanging
Here am I, up on high
On the house, keeping
in the air
My moms know that I'm a player
Look at my chain
Now she wanna call me by my name
Living life gang
Impressed 'cause I got my own strain
Left
nerves thin
How I liked to see her little feet pad around the house
The way she curled up quietly on the couch
I can still see her in my mind that way
(You know what they say about these dudes? They all got rythm)
[chorus]
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
suede Bally's
Now all your mens is up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me
Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry about them other
along song was never there
Silver Promises Broken Crosses
My stomach a little left of my body
My chest a little right of my arm
Brain shot up by John
by the railroad tracks
John Deere green my Dairy Queen in a Waffle House hat
Find my hand a little place to land on the small your back
Start leanin in
missing
So I’d stand by the door like a ghost
And wonder why I can't go in
It's been so long
Someone changed all the locks in our house and they're calling
There was a little ship and she sailed on the sea
And the name of the ship was the Turkish Revelee
Ah, she sailed down in that lonely, lonesome water
Terrified by dreams, I cannot fall asleep
My magicians and sorcerers, all come to me!
Wise men oh tell me the dream I had
Explain it to me or I will
just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know?
I'm gonna blow this joint apart!
I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels!
My footwork is an art!
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