Lyrics:
and an Eskimo suit.
I want a lebanese oud and I want some home-made food and
I want a much better mood and I want an Eskimo suit.
I want a brand new dress.
finished
(You must not know 'bout me)
'Cause you made your bed, now lay in it
(You must not know 'bout me)
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you
just goodbye
Grab the parachute, let's jump before we die
'Cause baby I, I wish there was a way to find out
What we did wrong that made our love not
depression in a beautiful dress
Oh, lady made a beautiful mess I guess
Dedicated mind did a medicated state
Is a highly overrated fate
Terrible is a soul
I was alone on a shelf
In a world by myself
Oh where could my prince charming be
Then a man came along
Made my life like a song
And tought me these
Cell block five; how I hate bromide
With your coffee in the morning; makes you so sterile
The corner gang never made a man of me, boy, no
You know
to wake up in the morning
And feel all your pain again
Ur a mess
With Nothing left
Ur a mess
You made your bed
Ur a mess
So get some rest
Ur a mess
'm not used to it, you'd think I'd be by now
The ins the outs the ups and the downs
I want to make a mess
I want to blow off stress
I want
We used to fly so high
Brick by brick they built the wall
You said you would jump out too
But I can't seem to find his parachute
Cuz I'm still
I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls
There are people looking through the window and the door
They know exactly
shackled by your honesty
Made a mess, I guess I have should have known
That life was lust and liberty
Not a chance mutation
or the last temptation
I was alone on the shelf
In a world by myself.
Oh where could me prince charming be?
But a man came along,
Made my life like a song
And taught
been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long
of "my" space
Before I end up violating everything my God made sacred
And because I'm a mess I let the stress
Hold me back and fill me with regrets
Its
the finish line young black male!
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch
That I'ma be on lock
the finish line, young black male
One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for
it was heaven stitched by my side
Made a mess of things but you haven't made things right
And all of it was done easier than said
I thought it was
Throw that cake (Cake)
Looking Like A Race (Race)
Plus I Took Yo Chick
And made a mess all on her face
And If A Ngga Out Of Place
They Gonna Lay Him By
I love you just the way God made you
Girl, he don't make mistakes
What you call your imperfections
I call beautiful, babe
(Tell 'em, Blanc)
I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls
There are people looking through the window and the door
They know exactly
I've made
Maybe if this bitch had acted right, I would've stayed
But I've already wasted over half my life, I would've laid
Down and died for you, I
When all of your flaws and all of my flaws
Are laid out one by one
The wonderful part of the mess that we made
We pick ourselves undone
All of your
been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long
with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been
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