Lyrics:
It’s in my fault to get in my feelings
(Ohh, ohh)
Every time I see you there ain’t no dipping
(There ain’t no dipping)
But it’s okay lil’ baby
(Uh, huh)
by the river
Haven't changed a day have you
When she was married you were still at school
Got the best of you
Sometimes
We cry but its not aloud
Till
got christmas lights strewn all around the room
I see the cowboys
And I feel the matrix
I know the bad decisions
'Cause I keep on running to you
(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)
Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's
on fucking ritalin
Oh so insignificant, Sidney's insignificant
Thought that I could read, Sidney's so illiterate
Over feeling bad for you like I'm spent
And I
dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By
I used to put my drawers in the cleaners
Trap down the street from Phillips Arena
Spend a lil money you can't take it with ya
They said the feds
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
movie ever! it's a foreign
film from canada
Alright alright here you go, but be back for supper
Thanks Mom
Oh what a picture perfect child
Just like
of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows
That pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
know how we made it this far
A skinny nigga too, I got up on the pull-up bar
Niggas dying over who fucked who
Some broke ass bitch with a fat ass made
beetles eat
(I'm Haunted By Zodacxx)
Nigga I can't stand you, why you standing up to me?
Brodie tryna' pork on women, till he got hit with the beef
Fuck
S.O.S.
By Gerry Shury and Phillip Swern
I'm going under
I'm slipping fast
Just like a drowning woman I keep turning over my past
I need
on my collar, oscar de le renta
You hijo pequeno, my nachos bel grande
Stay sippin that Andre
Spend three stacks that's Andre
That Balmain, that Phillip
A MESSEGE AND THEN I HIT HER BACK
YOU GOT ME INTERSTED GIRL that's A FACT
SHE ADDED ALL I DO ON HER PROFILE
MAYBE IF it's COOL CAN WE CHILL AWHILE
AND IF YA
He's possessed by something which never comes quite clear
Although it might be coming from above
It always brings him down
I'm sorry Mr. Phillips about
need to be
And I promise you I'll be on that pew next week
But I can't remember feelin' quite this bad before
Bear with me Lord
I've got a good
(Washington Phillips)
(G) - (C) - (D)
(G) I wanna tell you people it's a nat'ral fact
Ev'ry man don't understand the Bible alike
And that's (C) all,
money with a band on it
Half gold we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it dAMN!
with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it yAH!
to dream, when Black Phillip's lurking underneath
It takes a while to think, burn a candle, you cannot sleep
Kind sir we have nothing
But bad crop and horned
(It's phillip)
(Yeah)
(No, no)
(Yeah, Yea-eah)
I pull up with phillip my plug, he ain't even charging enough
Money comes first
We're fucking your
Gotta lotta textiles, been accumulating flight miles
Gotta open up the gifts that you’ve been given
Or you’ll lose it
I grabbed my talent by the horns
now?"
"Thinking of a girl
As golden as the sun
She loved me not like you, like you, like you"
"Pray do you love me more?"
"It's hard to say for
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