Lyrics:
talk is second handed
Cause the language that you speak, I can understand it
You're speaking body language, s sexual and so sweet
Body language, it
See my hand is moving
Touching all that's real
And once it stroke the love's body
Now it claws the past
The scent of a flower,
The colors
to see a nigga getting it
Selling drugs is taboo, but I ain't fucking sweating it
The dirt gotta get done so I took my position
One day I'm just Black
See my hand is moving
Touching all that's real
And once it stroke the love's body
Now it claws the past
The scent of a flower,
The colors
by day
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all in his wisdom hear
His truth will abound the land
This truth will abound
Of babies dyin
I'm sick of politics
Makin evil righteous
Tell me
If it was your child
What would it be?
"Oh this is my body, broken for me"
Sometimes i think
of patience on a celibate cigar
The light is getting hot inside
It's a butcher in the slaughterhouse smiling
A mule with a razor and a swagger in his step
When I leave don't save my seat, I'll be back when it's all complete
The moment is medical, moment is medical
Sippin' on straight chlorine
Lovin'
more shot at second chances
Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missin' more than just your body
Oh, is it too late now to say sorry?
to get niggas
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just gettin' by and economizin'
It's kinda hard bein' humble in
to take a life again
You know I'll ride again
It's all the same (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Tell me who's gon' save me from myself
When this life is all I know
is dangerous
Your love is, my love is (are you not entertained?)
Our love is
Who's not entertained by my pain?
Who ain't cash a check off my
Blood on the pedals
Blood on the grips
Steel-leveled, chest-level
Smear my lips
Let them slip into a smile
Because now after awhile
It's all
and try to get niggaz
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just gettin' by and economizin'
It's kinda hard bein' humble in
Its sweetness is relentless on my lips
So help me drink in everything that is
Like a freed convict, drunk on redemption
From the way I've been
But I
a mule, many years ago
And my master treat me cruel, many years ago
By by was sick, so I moved to a kick,
So I took out a stick , laid it back across my
Holding your St. Ides
You just brushed right by my side
I swear I got butterflies
Yeah Yeah
Ooh you make my body go
Yeah Yeah
Ooh you make my body
Yeah
Yeah
When I walk on by
Girls be looking like, "Damn he fly"
I pimp to the beat
Walking down the street in my new LaFreak, yeah
This is
a place to call my own
'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
Till my body and my brain
Tell
(Mood)
Nothing on my body, but this mood ring, this mood ring
I'm in the palm of your hand
My temperature is at your command
By my demand
And now
She did go
She got my jokes
Sit why we win
Go by the sin
Get high, get quick
Get bopping on a stick
Hollywood
Shake by go
Get barking
much more
Cause I'm bigger than my body
Gives me credit for
Why is it not my time
What is there more to learn
Shed this skin I've been tripping in
Never
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real
uniform returns to air
G-L-O-R-I-A
Is love, my friend
My friend, my friend
And now it's time for you to go
You taught me most of what I know
Where
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