Lyrics:
never ask the question "Who's the man behind the red mask?"
About to a driveby on MC's so listen
Aiyyo!
Yo my mic check is Robo Tech
through the snow.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Who've found it in your hearts
To flip Rudy a thin
And I'll be home for Christmas,
But this man has
No
every home
No more wood and no more bone
No more ivory and no more stone
Possessions are cheaper, lighter, safer, stronger now
Only now we're realizing,
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
not, you have never seen me
'Cause I have always been there, standing by your side
I'll never have a chance, I can't understand
I'm a misplaced man
to their kin back home
To tell them that they better never come back
To the place of the Iroquois bones
Well the years slipped by as the eagle eye
could I ask more than I deserve from you
So tell me it's alright to be by your side just one last time
And I could've been your perfect man
But I'm not
With no place to call my home
I'll be the luckiest man alive
When I lay down by your side
I don't need anything more than you with me
My Sweet Kristy
I was going through a lot you left me not alone
I was taking all these losses put me on a throne
You were waiting by my side and I done felt a home
I
pursuin'
Is it my night, what we doin'
I'm tryna take you home
No misconstruin'
I'm for real, what ya name is
Where your man at, who you came with
I'm being
clench on to their days
And think about that man and cry
And the whole time I feel fine
And that shit blows my mind
Cause that wasn't someone that I ever
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
and whiskey thrills
Log cabin back up in the hills
Creek runnin' by so easy and no bills
Revenue man the only thing you had to worry about
Sittin' back so calm
stepping home lately night
i don't really think i get man for the rifle
that's why i been staying in time
you gon look how i mean i been stepping
And I am trying
I am dying
Don't you see the man I am
I've been lying about me crying
Just let me show you who I am
I lie awake
Trying not to shake
Too many nights
She woke up alone
There were too many nights by herself on the phone
When her cries in the night went unanswered until light
She just
phone
Taxi man will drive us home
Nowhere else I’d rather go
Red wine sipping in my dreams
Sholder to shoulder in the streets
Cigarette between your
day she'll go off and find a life of her own
Marry a good man
And make a happy home
Until she comes back and sees with those same eyes
What time can
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
and we will bleed you
Make you a new home
You cannot share your stories
The man doesnt want you to know
your ass Home Alone, hopin I call
Chorus: Method Man
Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill
bitch, uhhhh soo fly i need an ass kick
These niggas ballin by accident uhh, keep talkin nigga fuck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was
skies, they'll roam
In Pick Pock, Tick Tock, their second home
Where talking apples sing in trees
And flying monkeys glide with ease
With Glue Man's
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