Lyrics:
Wh-what, wh-what, what?
Baby, pop the Cristal, and shine the jewels
Get the Cadillac from Sewell with twenty-inch L's
Boss B, slow down in the Jag, you
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He who lay down by the rich man's gate.
Well, he begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they
'bout my funds though
All you niggas fightin' over crumbs, where the bread at?
How they feel about you where you're from, where your bed at?
I don't
but I will
If you let me in your arms
If you let me in your heart
I don't think that love's completely off the table
Will you be there? (Yes, I
, let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
Wash your mouth with glass stop making sense
Take your daily bread
I'll pay you by the hour
Be my best-est friend i'll take the test
Everyday's
leaving and I guess he knows what's best
But just in case would you stand by and help him stand the test
And Lord he's awful neglectful about church
Come blow that horn
Start celebrating
Right this way your table's waiting
What good's permitting some prophet of doom?
To wipe every smile away
Life
desire, be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid,
It just hits you by surprise
It's that cold place in your soul
And the fire in her eyes
Makes you come together
Like wild horses when they run
Now
knew that I was able
But you still look the same to me
And your eyes are just as
Blue across the table
As the sky in Tennessee
This old farm is ne'er so
need to just start rhyming (Simon)
'Cos you the biggest star on your label
And them other niggas just
Crumbs off my table, you're not able
To compete
them digits
Walk through your club, hunnid K for a visit
Got some members up above I'm missin'
I'm from where all of the thugs in trenches
My lil'
The first time I saw you
You were waitin' tables at the corner diner
I said to myself
Never seen a woman look any finer
From that moment on
I
Can I have a taste of your ice cream?
Can I lick the crumbs from your table?
Can I interfere in your crisis?
No, mind your own business
No, mind
Have you ever been lost?
Have you ever been lost?
Forever
Lost on islands, driven in boat cars
Just bring your girl, feel like she both ours
Can I have a taste of your ice cream?
Can I lick the crumbs from your table?
Can I interfere in your crisis?
No, mind your own business
No, mind
bitch, I like to hear the sound
Now put your hands up, I wanna see you work
She blew a kiss, I blew the purp'
I'm geeked up girl, I'm on my tip too
My
I live in a jingle jangle jungle
If you ain't got it you can't be
Fightin' over crumbs
Wait till payday comes
Gettin' green ink thumbs
From
Go to the city away from the land, stand in a line
Where they stamp your hand, wind up at a dance
You want to energize, is it just by chance?
People
Can I have a taste of your ice cream
Can I lick the crumbs from your table
Can I interfere in your crisis
No, mind your own business
No, mind
to conquer pain
You must learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is
to conquer pain
You must learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is
longer
On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make
You and your delicate way will slowly clean his fate
And you will remember when you
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