Lyrics:
That poor son of a bitch
Will be working while in going
Woo woo woo woo woo woo bing
Bought a bus pass hope you know that, like Rosa I don’t go back
PLEASE BELIEVE ME
(A Watergate Love Story)
Words and Music by Margo Guryan
Please believe me, I didn?t know
Her huggin? and kissin? me
shit bad for my health
I pop out all black Catch another hat by myself
I ain't never cry about shit I just play the cards I'm dealt
Yeah, nigga, run off
what you wanna
Nowhere near ugly but some call me Rockness Monstah
I'm the heathen you was warned about by your momma
That'll never love you as much as I
be a little kid!
Forget what you're told
Before you grow old
It's all make believe
Don't be naive!
Still stuck in the past
It went by so fast
My heart
a crotch ripper rhyme
Here I come-ah, tick tick it's time
For the slim dude to put his foot forth would more
Would agree, the ripper seems to be, bonjour
time to grow up, to put the old Joe to rest
And finally be the friend that Jerry
I mean Daphne deserves
And Sugar can't love a man
And never know
done wrong
Like when it hits you that you'll never be a stupid kid again
You really miss it but your days all fade to grey
tell me to do
Extinguish all power to be free
Remove the shadow cast over me
See the moon turning black
For me there is no turning back
No magic
Lacking with the clip
We dump it off like we run Montavit
Sorry homie you know we not friends
It's all for politics
Politics, never get to see
to dream it twice
They say black is beautiful
Sometimes you got to close your eyes
Even Jesus Christ was denied about a couple times
So who are you again
& a leg
Niggas on my on clit tho, when I walk by, is like shots in the head, Blacka!
Turn it all black Wakanda, Kenya
Flew down just to buy Shamba
Chap chap
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
Face in the dirt again |This cyclical life |Got me wearing thin|While everyone is so obliged |I'll still be the black cat in the night |I've been
It is only I think when black people are so dedicated
And so united in their cause that we can reflect the greatest results
Is it a dream
right well
And her hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and preen her beauty, would surely be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl
"Space Age 4 Eva"
Poppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree
But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me
Your
the bitch out
She smell just like shell fish
Ran up the bag by myself call me selfish
I’m the black jack
All my cards bitch I dealt it
I’m the king of this
then
Played a part how I was drillin back then
The fam turned me to the black sheep
For a minute I wanted to be a athlete
But got distracted by
to call your own
Nothing nicer than a place you can call home
Drifting in and out like a wave at the beach
Time rolls by but time means nothing to me
I'm
Hail Mary full blast in the whip dog
Two different cloths, I see rip offs
If they throwing shots, get picked off
You ain't got Rodgers on your shit
and threw away all your clothes
The telephone rings and you expect me to be a friend?
After you ripped my heart and gave it to me torn back
Can't feel
It was a very beautiful place
Blessed by the cosmic king's grace
The king was a highly revered man
But not for long as there was a plan
A plan
living life for me
I didn't ask for your instruction
You're not honest with yourself so why you trying to be with me
No one thinks the way I do
That's okay
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