Lyrics:
Welcome back my buried brother
Shake hard and take the upper hand
And may never be forgotten
Who here is the better man
But there's no
Used coats, usurped thrones
FUBAR crews out New York homes
Students of a cruel world mutate room noise
Illustrate Man as a food shaped chew toy
make love to you
Like you want me too
And I guess it's just the woman in you
That brings out the man in me
I know I can't help myself
You're all
There's a love about you, baby
That brings a grown man to his knees
A love that tastes as sweet as honey
Let me have some, won't you please?
the sky who watches over you
You'll tell him everything you know
You'll tell him "oh the places you'll go"
So you can be a good man and
Make this
a baby. Unfortunately, not by choice.
It just happened. And I have no idea what to do. We don't have any money. We don't have much space.
We're 18
I'm a terror of a man.
I hate it when you call
So lonesome after the bar.
I know I should hang up the phone, but I never do.
Safe in the comfort of our homes we all forget the need to fear
This is the new "new Jerusalem" and it could never happen
Hear the cries as freedom dies
I'm a terror of a man.
I hate it when you call
So lonesome after the bar.
I know I should hang up the phone, but I never do.
Oh, Johnny was a tall man but his memory was short
He'd forget to duck at doorways and often he'd get hurt
I took good care of him for he had no
a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you plan
a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you
what we did
Like running around downtown brooklyn getting chased by the big kids
Now as a man I don't run much, still have the same click
That very
how
That I'll make it without you
You got me hanging by a string and tied up in chains
Girl you gotta set me free cause you're holding the reigns
eleven
Stressing manifestin' tore up from the floor
Penelope's gots me on the floor
Accused of robbing a store
Who you know nigga naybody?
Besides
I pack a rap that's the joint and like to point the chrome at domes
of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
ism I get bizm, with rhythm no
don't half-step, without protection
The rules of the game is, spit first
until you see his wig burst, before he flame his
You see a man gon' claim his
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
caughing
[Starang+Top Dog on cellar phones]
Yo' who the fuck is this?
Yo' is D-O
Word up I'm goin down to priority
What you goin down there for man
Like
want static? Punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by DJ Slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, I pull a jack move
My rep never lets,
girls who graduated school eeh
Never follow but they set the rules eeh
Spend more time in the office than on Instagram eeh
Their bodies not the reason why
and stare at Prince Ali!
There's no question this Ali's alluring
Never ordinary, never boring
Everything about the man just plain impresses
He's a winner,
the scene
Grace was never taught to such perfection
Demonstration of the human domination
In the vacuum closeness of the dark, clouds blotting out the stars
You never thought that I would get over you
Oh what an illusion
That I could never, find a man like you
But deep inside
But deep inside you know it
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