Lyrics:
the melanin up to the surface of my skin in waves
Back to the daylight
Where it’s seen
Where it belongs
I appreciate the glow
Of Georgia sun and summer songs
I
oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have
Say that you love me
This Christmas is lovely
And I know that love is
Rough on the surface
Only thing I seek for
This Christmas, you
Yeah
Favorite
In a grey twisting mountain
Being drawn by the sun
Sits a lake still and even
Only stirred by the wake
Of a boy passing through
Just the wake
(Hook )
I’m kickin big drip spilling on the surface
I pull up with a slim thick Hottie picture perfect
The way my diamond glist glist I swear it
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
these feelings and such
They rise to the surface
When I feel her touch
When she's
Singing songs on the radio
Is it my imagination
Or does food taste
nigga shit, yo
Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions
Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma
And all I knew was chase paper in
the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath
the curtains, interpretin' how I exposed the surface
Of niggas that no one's ever seen
They hide behind these magazines
Let's see, I seen it all, way back
If
dis ya song ma, dis ya song
How you doin ma, dis ya song ma, yeah come on ma,
dis ya song ma, dis ya song ma, dis ya song
I go by the name
killin', everybody chillin'
Steady stackin' paper from the floor up to the ceilin'
Now in my world, a bitch is a girl
And mans best friend is his ends,
the unknown, right to the bottom
Wade by my lonesome
In my new sanctum
I'll breach the surface, when I know my heart deserves it
So, I'll breath in and let go
Paper heart
Thrown away
Waste of art
And a dream…
Hanging by a guitar string, which cannot ring until I fall
But the sound it makes is worth, what it
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
Nothin in this universe is worth your worth
So we dedicate this song, black woman
[Lord Jamar]
This one is for every woman I was ever with
Hov, I'm letting it blow
Had the papers writing stories like "Didn't they know
This what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, its just
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
Hov, I'm letting it blow
Had the papers writing stories like "Didn't they know
This what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, its just
We the people want to fix it, but disappear if we try
Twisted media will show the revolution televised
This song is probably already flagged by the FBI
as fuck see it on the surface, yeah
I don't want to take my life but I might go away
And all the drugs they simplify everything in my way
Said I do drugs
it's surface
Word is
You might die here
On what the local papers call Murder mile
But don't be discouraged
Come stand with me a while
Upon this haunting
We found love
We found love on a paper aeroplane
Love is what remained
At touchdown
We tried hard
Tried so hard to forget and kill the pain
But
go by
One and the same
And your mouth turns dry
Thirsty for change
And your feelings tried
On again, off again
Write it down, write it down
This paper
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