Lyrics:
I was born across the street
From a place they call The Blues
And everything that people tell me
It always seems to be bad news
My poor mother
time
I laid my eyes upon your smile
It left me mesmerize
With these butterflies
Little butterflies
Your age ohh
Plus my age
Makes the age of the people
girl to enjoy
Wanted some time, just some time to myself
Just wanna make things people can't make them self
Cause all you motherfuckers fucking lack
at the same speed?
A sense of safety preserved by the static distance between us
Sometimes I try to imagine a village hundred of years ago
Where little
people all around me
People who have found me
Not very funny when I sing
A little song about the bad things
The weather can do
Thunder and lightning
and get jerked and robbed for
Their life by a knife or a gun
So when ya see me coming, nigga, run
[Chorus: x2]
"See I had to lick em" "Punk
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
off anyone.
And I don't need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said "Paw, we
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children?s hands and faces
Comb their hair,
worry people
Be a little gay, little more interesting
Prepare the children
Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces
Comb their hair,
a lot of people said
While parents prayed every night that their sons weren't dead
To mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land
Said, "You're
Oh, all black reeboks, got their cool back
What you know about Little Simz?
Not only a little bit
Wanna step up fall back
See the world, I'ma rule
Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know, they're a little or a big hoe
they cry
And the people, they all gathered round
It was 9:25 when her body arrived
And by noon she was down in the ground
And we all fall down
Mm mm.
Short people have long faces and
Long people have short faces.
Big people have little humor
And little people have no humor at all!
And in
And it's getting a little dark like right now
No don't talk no don't turn don't make sounds
And the people might come you get found
And you might just get
Those kids are making progress now
They're saying "Hear us out!" in every town
They do it 1 mile by 1 mile at a time
Though it seems like every time
a corner of the sky above,
We'll watch the days go by.
People going nowhere fast,
Puts light, in a weary eye.
I'll love you baby,
Give you all the love I've
houses
And again and again
Row by row and step by step
Funeral houses, funeral people
Funeral city which in I was born
Which in I have grown
Look at my
Hold on a little longer
I know it all will be fine
Cause all things work together
For good to those who love God
She was 6 years old without a mom who
Little boy
Little boy
Out in the ocean
Don't know where he's going
Nobody knows
Nobody knows
If they're gonna make it
Without food and without
a hammy i'm ill (ill, ill, ill)
I'm a little bit strange and a little uncanny so chill (chill, chill, chill)
People always runnin they mouth but never say
Poor innocent little girl
Taken somewhere
She used to her little world
But this is nowhere
She ain't used to this
A old man took her and never
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