Lyrics:
calls him for that perfect dream
But oh, he's got his demons
And they stay right by his side
Through his everyday hell, yeah
He loves his wine
a problem
Juvenile delinquents so to speak
But understanding isn't learned from punishment and anger
An iron has no gentle touch and love ain't learned
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life, you'll
and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this
Had some nerve like pulling tooth-ses
When you sixteen, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy
some doll
When a bum buys wine
Like a bum can't afford
It's a cinch that the bum
Is under the thumb
Of some little broad
When you meet a mug
legs cannot be bare
A petticoat with ruffles
And some ribbons for my hair.
Pretty curtains for my kitchen
Iron skillets that I'll need
A swing out
got some time to hear his story
My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine
More than my wine
More than my maker,
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's
wine for me (Move to the time)
Verse 1: R. Kelly
Girl you roll it like a pro in the club
I can see the future and you are my lover
Girl there's no need
love you girl
And if I put it back on, I'm sixteen sittin next to you
Down by the river you got the shivers, so I put it around you
Were countin down
at you
Man, there's some things that never get old
Makin' sweet love to that gal of mine
My first taste of bluebird wine
Eatin' watermelon down
Tell a little white lie
And then multiply by ten
And then, that's how a heartache begins
Mix some flowers he bought
With a date he forgot
Take a look at unselected cases
You'll find love has been wrecked
By both sides compromising
Amounting to a disastrous effect
You hear stories
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
letters
Written by my true love's hand
[Go and bring them to me sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but I could not
For the tears that
is from the stars (She's got the powers)
Whoa
A book of verse a jug of wine (She's soft like wine)
She'll always tell what's on your mind (She's
the devil´s wine.
Peple miss something to get their whole
to hope them see you through
how lucky are you
how lucky are you
how lucky take to you
Love that
some doll
When a bum buys wine
Like a bum can't afford
It's a cinch that the bum
Is under the thumb
Of some little broad
When you meet a mug
mess around and make country love
Meet me at night tonight and we'll go down by the river side
Take along some moonshine our love is much too strong
She`ll fix you with an iron cross
And cover you up with petals
And hang you up with some amber beads
And four or five precious metals
And in that
made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and paved that iron between
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
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