Lyrics:
of a sudden
Store it on the shelf for a day when you feel nothing
All of the lovers, and others, they don't get it
There's no manual and if there is I
Grind heavy Tony Hawk
Hands on, do it manual, more Rodney Mullen my walk
Kick push all the hoes, no Fiascos I'm Spock
No tobacco just weed
Too much
Hello, is anybody home
The lights were on
Try and switch to manual control
But it's been on autopilot for so long
And I?ve been working on the theory
the audience and our telly
We was walkin' by, drew correlations to a coronation
She caught my eye
Threw a kiss, it was a flaming lips
It was too contrived,
Look inside my soul Lord
Examine my entire being Lord
Read me Like a book
You recall me like Ya favorite hook
Just when I thought I Couldn't get any
Telling from past times
It tells about a meeting
Between us and astronauts from distant stars
You have to read between the lines!
Thousands of girls
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
standing flaming til' you feel the heat
Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score
I'm man the lil mo tasting your plate fuck it we
what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit' my track, blaow, part of the flaming stat.
I live the God knowledge, my book
bloody signature the Devil's knight
I could see in her eyes what she was thinking
As she came in & found me dining with the king
Now!
Read
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
time I heard a nigga tryna talk to slick (yea)
My walk to thick , I walk through get all you sick (yeah)
Leave a nigga on read cause I brought them crips
don't believe them or rate 'em
It's no secret, these neeks are just hating
Keep on saying that my team isn't flaming
Light fire like them trees
That
worthless
Price check, I'm priceless
It's a crisis, dropping bombs
Like Isis, that's the Mother of the Pharaoh
Passing passion, with a flaming arrow
Raising
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
poetic flaming arrows let me introduce the sound
Situate your mind for a logical download
Too many mc's lookin for their way on the clown road
Pass
thinking, read my mind and I was.
And I was dreaming you were a little old and doodle, doodle into my art room.
On the canvas
Talking, we were standing in
to myself and proceeded
To tear it up because I was
Too afraid to read it
My appetite calling my name, I gotta feed it
I'm giving myself therapy
No counseling
me blind
Now I can't read between your lines
This Bitter sweet there is no relief and I
I hope you're happy
I know you won't ever worry about me
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was read, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
The dwarves
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
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