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Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
to the place that I dream of
It's true that there's no place like home sweet home
The one I want to see the most
Is the boy who begged me not to go
When
that I loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
This is why they shouldn't kill off
(Pretty brown, aight)
(Yeaugh!)
Is it a crime to want that old thing back?
Can it be wrong to miss the way you used to kiss me?
(Back!) Back
me like you do
And since you're the only one that matters
Tell me who do I run to?
Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, please, won't you do that dance
I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way
Looking at my life is like you watching movies
Y'all are looking at my life is like you watching movies
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it
Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your
fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I piss
pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y
feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've
the garden of Eden
And make every love the love of my life
I figure that once upon a time I was an ocean
But now I'm a mountain range
Something
town
"(Sh!) Don't tell your mother what's going down"
So many kids I knew, never knew who pop was
That's why I show my pop love
He was still around
down
She deserves a crown
But where is it now
Mamma listen
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love
wanna see, let me procede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me
Now that it's poppin ain't no love bitch
I maintain in the game in
time
Trying to get it right
Don't ask the reason why
It's a part of life
Chorus
Our love can be difficult at times
But it is by design
Oh love is
a heart that's really in deep (feel my pain)
A lot of people yellin ("we love ya Timbaland")
But I know why'all really in need (ooo)
I don't know who's
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
and broken hearted.
Love just comes and it goes.
How long it's gonna last, say, nobody knows.
That's The Way Love Is, baby,
(That's The Way Love Is
it's not?
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a Vegas acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Spider
over me
Your love won't stop
[Pre-Vamp]
How do You love oh Lord
Will You teach me to love that way
Why do You love
Whatever You do don't stop
[Vamp]
By
Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin'
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, "What you talkin' bout,
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