Lyrics:
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
Cool umm, the next song we're gonna do
Is a song by a really good friend of mine
He's actually featured on my
Original Black Radio album
He co-wrote
rejuvenation
Triple album project, detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and Berettas, part-time hostages at pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museum
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came
gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
smile
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy
Linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've known no
the fold.
Captured like human livestock, destined for slavery.
Naked, walked to the shore where great ships moored for the hell bound journeys.
Bought
His pulpit's a corner at 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel is his one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passin' by
He
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
you'll never be able to say
That these brothers lied to you Jack
Ving ain't lie
I done came through the block in everything that's fly
I'm like Che
needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
You said I was the perfect gentleman
You used to hold me by my gentle hands
These ain't
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
Again
I'm in Love
I'm in Love Again
I'm in Love
An icicle a pedicure A mandolin a Dinah Shore
These things are nice they're in like Flynn but it's
I'm ridin' in a Caddy stuntin' like my daddy
Rollin up my girlfriend her first name Mary
Last name Jane look at these chains
Afro, Nappy Boy call me
Again
I'm in Love
I'm in Love Again
I'm in Love
An icicle a pedicure A mandolin a Dinah Shore
These things are nice they're in like Flynn but it's
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fuckin' face
Tez pushed the album back sorry for the wait
Yeah
Yeah
family The Sopranos these niggas is altos
First album, every track could be the outro
Velcro to shelltoes
Things that we will outgrow
Used to rock
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