Lyrics:
yet
But if they come
I would sing to them
I'd hold you gently my love
While singing a song
By Jobim
I can't write a samba song
With a single note or two
Lost in the dreams we make But I can't figure out what's real or fake
In my head Still we see what we want to see
Blinded by one's persistence Strive
agree
Now I'm affected, twenty years later, trauma has resurfaced
Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous
I was five, questioning
what I wanna
What the fuck you expect
I don came up out the condo
Raise the roof
Raise the roof
Ice prince Montana we the truth
Raise the roof badder
Sooner then later, I know the cheddar gon' come
For now I write the world letters to better the young
On tree by jury, together we hung
Now we let our
out
Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out
Mind iodine Einstein remind mine
People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
bastards who turn
Misfortune to magic
And morph pain into hip-hop classics
We the, ghetto messiah
Spread our gospel through the bootleggers
Prosperity
What can I
Say about being a woman?"
When I first started writing songs
I didn't think in a gender-specific way i
Didn't think about feminism i just
Hello Hello Hello Hello
Hello Hello Hello Hello
I tried to tell them that I didn't want to sing
But I'd gladly write a song instead
They said
wisdom
A slowly forming picture of an older face
So open a book and write it all down
It seems like a dream, a treasure I found
Write me a song and sing
of tryna make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up
different than the love on TV
But I know that what we have is real
But nobody writes songs about us
About this ordinary love
It may seem like it's nothing
But
of science and math
I know we don't always get along but more than anything I want to hear your newest song
Brother, Big Brother
I just want to write songs
this rap shit back in 9th grade
My Pen shivers to fight pain dad passed the music to me
To run with it like a five-eight
Iv admitted nowadays I dont have
since the day I was ten
Nine times outta ten you only ten songs deep before you leap
Into a pool of sharks then swim
That's an analogy on the way I do
sleep with her, you'll laugh and y'all gone argue then she'll ghost you twice
Buy know the lights get brighter kinda cause the flow get nicer
But in 9th
don't even try it
You know what I'll tell you sumthin'
I got this so hard man
I'm a tell you sumthin'
Yo prince you remember when we first started
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
truly live
But Charming needs a shoe left to pursue
And Eric needs a mermaid song
A lightning bolt to break through
What have we come to when
strong
Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs
For the real people
I wonder is
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
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