Lyrics:
this machine can only swallow money
You can't lay a patch by computer design
It's just a lot of stupid, stupid signs
Tell her
Tell her she can kiss
of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
Yeah, wave bye, bye
(When can I tell 'em what I do?)
(In a second, maan,
way
And you can't talk about it
And isn't that a kind of madness
To be living by a code of silence
When you've really got a lot to say
You
Teach we come to teach we come to teach the nation
Lyrically, lyrically inspiration
Love and nuff unity with lots of education
We'll take it by
you niggas bitch forever, you can't lie to me
Better go and get your Reverend, let the choir sing
Goin' hard like a wedding on a Diamond ring
Ar keep
perfect or have it together
But at least be worth it like a true investment
Be real, be honest, no actress nor preteder
We Applause you
Proverbs 31 chick, I
Tell 'em
Well, I'll meet you at seven in the parking lot
(Dodge Veg-O-Matic there in the parking lot)
We can all just stand by my car, you know,
And you and I have lost
They can't tell us how it happened
But they'll let us know the cost
Oh they'll let us know the cost, oh yeah
There's a lot I'd
past
All natural, doctor Sebi, you gon' have to CBD me
I been watchin' what they feed me (whoa, whoa)
I like when she tell me with her body language
my sweet thang is out tomocattin' around
He finds a sandbox like this to play
I want to tell all you barroom roses
If my sweet thang does happen by
to rip it
Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
can't)
(She can't help it, the girl can't help it)
My therapist says (she says) I do this a lot (a lot)
I see her on Monday
I'm coming in hot
get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, you gotta get yours
I gotta get mine, get yours
Now, tell me can you measure the amount of applause
(Going home going home tell all my friends that I'm going home)
If you should see me and I can't walk then if you should speak and I can't talk
So here's a song that was the first record
That I recorded under RCA as a single
I hope you maybe will enjoy this one
I can see you're
The T.V. said just make sure you're old enough,
And let your feelings tell you when it's right.
What went wrong' She thought it was really love;
get a lot
Duffel Bag Brandi, pulled up to the spot
She coming to get everything you got
Makin niggaz loosen up them knots
Not worried bout attention cuz
I pay the cost, who 'gon take it off (take it off)
I record then I ball (then I ball), I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)
You ain't talking
never stop
Until he's taken the lot
Gonna stamp out your fire
He can change your desire
Don't you know that he can make
You forget you're a man
Gonna
You know
We've been spending a lot of time together and umm
I was wondering, do you
(Feel the same way I do?)
I can tell you
Maybe even show
alot lot lot
We tied a knot knot knot
I can't look you in your eyes i think i got a problem
I can't solve it
Catch um all evolve it
This bitch she lookin
and I like it a lot (like it a lot)
Tied up in knots
A night of my life that I wish I forgot
Can't believe that I'm lying to rot
Consumed by dark and I
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get a lot
I get it I get a lot
Keep me a knot bitch
I'm
a knot, is very hot
Who's at the do', go and check, I got the Tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's
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