Lyrics:
leaving
Them self help books and that meditation
Can't set you free, you still have hesitation
Been trained "through pain there's love"
Most of us have
sayin'?)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (Krazy Drayzy on the mic)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (now I'm in the house with book
huffin'
'Cause if the egg don't stain, you'll be ringin' off the hook
You're on the hit list, wanted in the telephone book
I like songs with distortion
baby, I would
You know it was all good
If I could
Maybe I'd give you my word
You know me
You read me like a book
I offer you the reassurance
mama's gone
Educated lady with your college degree
Amazes me why you just can't see
Learned everything from your books on the shelf
But no one ever
drink a drink, read a book (you got to hold ya head)
Watch the stars, get some pussy, whatever (livin' fast, too fast)
You got to hold ya head
How do
Blind devotion
In the name of God
Justifying violence,
Citing from the Holy Book,
Teaching hatred
In the name of God
Listen,
When the prophet
papers, I don't really hit the backwoods
Make a lot of money off of playin' with a MacBook
Now it's a stack book, now it's a rack book
Lame ass nigga get
mama's gone
Educated lady with your college degree
Amazes me why you just can't see
Learned everything from your books on the shelf
But no one ever
and motor trips,
How about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill,
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill.
Holding hands at the movie
from the storm
There is an open book with stories to be told
I'll be here to tell them all
Let me in and we can fill our lives with magic
Let me in
forever.
If you live forever,
then you begin to dream of death, death, death, death, death.
Ezra Pound sat upon my bed,
asked me which books as of late I
deer in the headlight look.
She read my face like the cover of a book.
And said: "Don't expect me to believe all that static,
"''cause just last week,
the stairs only understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
to all y'all, what nigga
And in the Holy Book I found
The way to end this misery
Thank God, my mother prayed for me
I read it on into the night
And soon began to see
fluffy clouds
Of laughter that went
On and on and on
We were writing our story
The biggest book it should become
Full of love
Full of music
We could have
looks beautiful ohh
Back so packed Huh
Dope in it I call it my book
Pack up pack up
When I step in the booth and coming for you
Back up back up
Bazooka
no intentions of ever slowing
My book of baby's names
Only does family flames
I dreamt we had a boy and named him Owen
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more coloring books,
No Christmas bells to chime
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
dalawa they have the same stroke
They are so very helpful and they are very cute
That's why I'm very fond reading the book
The story of Tarzan and Barok
ain't leavin' out 'til it's sunny (it's lit)
Heavy outside, how it's lookin' (ooh), baby not a rookie (ooh)
Hit the backdoor when they book me
Just
to pass your friend his book
And oh that feeling
When your hand returns to mine
I think I might as well stay out here
Oh but, can't you kiss me just
consciousness
'Cause you were born under this science
I just need a little peek
Little look in the book of important things
'Cause you can do, try to
Get
(Just a word it has not meaning)
Painter with no canvas, painter with no canvas
A bell that never sounded (No ring a ling)
The book, the book, the book
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