Lyrics:
feelin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen
For that early morning gin drink it in
Till my thoughts they become clear
Dress my naked air and head
Verse 3
Let's go with the moment in the kitchen on the cooker
In the bathroom in the shower in the front room on the sofa
In the bedroom on the floor
I'm writing this in the kitchen eleven o'clock
Outside in the sofas they gather up
Only these evenings when it feels this way
Dare look away from
That I got are like earth wind, fire water can't hurt him
Drinkin like Irishmen can you see the red in my fur trim
Had to sea all these urchins, curve em
shut up, do not talk to me
Got Sosmula in this bitch he speaking Guapanese
(Mula, mula, mula)
I was in the kitchen by the dishes I was tan baggin'
visitin’
I been a lot of shit
But almost never been indifferent
The dividends are fleeting but the
Love is so consistent
I was struck by Cupid with
in the kitchen
Having a vision and wishing
Those lips I could be kissing
Her I could be holding
Hold on tight cause I don't
Wanna let go
Wont ever let
Im whipping in the kitchen making stir fly but no teriyaki sauce
But no stress, I microwave these leftovers like a boss
Don't keep me in mind
Please
I’m already doing
But your grades are trash and your GPA dropped
You need to study more to reach the top
Oh, by the way, this just came in
Remember
What's up baby, what you doing?
I'm just in the kitchen cooking you dinner
Hey, you know what? I ain't even gon' be able to make it
I got to take
No one's ever coming round here no not ever anymore
Rapping on the window or a'knocking on the kitchen door
No one's really taking any trouble like
many faults
Arguments in the kitchen, front porch, bathroom, bedroom floor
I don't wanna see you laughing with somebody else
You know I can't fall asleep
on your lips
You slip the dress off my hips
Throw me around in the kitchen
And we might just break a dish
Got my body liquid, now I'm so addicted to us
and rooted for Bishop
Bad guys, but never rooted for Pistons (LA)
Staying true to my vision from out the shed
The sharpest tools in the kitchen
I've been
Working mornings in the kitchen,
And working nights in the store,
As your life flies by -you wonder why,
And know there's to be something
more.
on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/
Bel je fona, moet bemoeien
Beat die pussy up, halleluja
2 kans in de deal bro, we sippen nie meer
Oh, nee we bidden nie meer
Wow in, de kitchen alweer
say
I wonder who you'd blame when I'm gone
Ayo, my flat mates are bitching
'Why they bitching?'
Maybe 'cause I never do the dishes, I leave 'em in
Pakistan and he saw the mountains
Then I walked in the kitchen
And saw the mountains
Rappers mad liars, all my tracks fire
Never had our stacks wirеd
We were
And I've been drawing patterns in my mind, but I can't fall asleep
And I've been counting all the sheep there is to count
No, I can't fall asleep and that is
The past floats like stones in a town up north by the coast
a deserted apartment
that's where my memory goes
and you are almost gone, you're almost
I took a walk to the old house this morning
Dawn sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee
I looked in the window of my old bedroom
The carpeting
soldiers and ten dollar words
If I didn't own boots I wouldn't need feet
I come from the nation of heat
So swift and so vicious are the carnival rides
Your eyes are small
You'll never make everyone love your hometown
A curtain called
Make sure not to drop your head down
Because they'll want
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