Lyrics:
Daddy, My Daddy
Your Baby Is Singing
I Will Be Singing
And Dancing And Shouting
For The Rest Of Eternity
Only You, Only You
(Only You, Only You)
Only
Kokroko
(Brethren Give Praise To God For He Is A Mighty King)
Jesu Wakanaka… Eyaaa
(Jesus Is Good)
Jesu Wakanaka… Eyaaa
(Jesus Is Good)
Jesu Wakanaka…
the best view, and if you hate seeing
Shitty bands any of this is not a good
View, this whole everything, everything here
Tom: Mark's middle name is uh,
everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It's the 90's the police just arrest you
Disrespect you
steady at your eyes
I remember DVD’s
Man time is passing by
I can’t tell you what they see in me
Sometimes I wonder why
Sometimes I wonder why I feel like
myself
Like, how much worse could this get
Man look at you, this is rock bottom, can we snap out of this
And go get ready for next year
A time for you
Cause sonically I'm likе Socrates
On the crowded street thе Gil Scott-Heron of
Heroin, flyest elegance, intelligence
Everything that I write is fire
on to the moonlight
Let's get crazy baby now that you're here
I can get into you
Lets party till the sunrise
I've been waiting for a moment in this crowded house we
all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
the airport to the city
A ride on which they say life expectancy
Is about 17 minutes if you
Don't have the kind of security that
Has been arranged for me
Over
And if you come on in
You're gonna get much more
There's my chair
I put it there
Everything you see
Is with love and care
It's my house and I live here
(I
Ayee ayye
You know what it is nigga
Ion trust a mother fucking thing
I'm on 10 at all times everywhere I go
I seen pussy play gangsta and seen
threats and gangsterism
I mute everything that you saying
Ignorance is bliss
Hot sauce in my grits
Turkey sausages and Kool-aid
I'm artistically rich
On top
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
gonna do when my love is gone away from you
Whatcha gonna do without me
And everything I used to do for you
Whatcha gonna do when my love is gone away
just like the White House
You best pipe down
You can catch a headcrack like we bringing dice out
Yeah
You can't get with me
Me I'm moving high sadity
it
I’m the one who hit the stage get the front row crowded
You the one that love to hate
Skill set hard to find it
Everything I drop a gem
Under
on me initially
And the truth shall set me free
Standing looking at the crossroads
Ask where the good way is
You give me that glow
To you I’m saying yes
I remember every sound my heart used to make
Before
I was born inside the world of man
Am I everything you wanted me to be?
Am I
What there is when
the stories and the treasures that I found
Is it the chronic or the tonic
I'm smoking on exotic and my house in the tropics
How you gonna gossip when you don't
even touch my gold, I'm good
I know you heard it a thousand times
Not quite like my design
You say that's what you looking for
Gator boots walk
You, uh, wanted to know what the good life is?
Beats by Herb, Rhymes, Kid 'n Play and cuts by Wiz
Just hype it up for this here crowd
With moves that
think she black cuz she watch BET
Good tree take you back like DVD's
Y'all niggas damn near smoke CBD
Trying to match get the fuck out of here with that
honest, everything I write is
Every other thing that should be spoken (Oh-oh)
They ain't aware that I feel like this (No)
They ain't aware that I'm tryna
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