Lyrics:
Written By: Trice Da Artist
I ain't been able to get no rest
Stressed
I know we ain't there yet
I have one request
I need you to fly, fly get here
the Brighton baby
She cries
Too much
For me
One more one more
His thirst
Is at his core, darling
Satisfied by nothing less
Than the request for a reprieve
Flip
in front
Hear my folks say that I'm blessed
Just to be stressed
Don't request much
Just some rest from the depressed thoughts
I need somebody
your main even when standing by your side
You just gotta let me slide, yeah, yeah, alright
Tell me something, tryna know a little bit about you
I see
you just let it pass you by?
Yo
Your eyes are tired; legs weak, lungs are fired
There's a hole in your heart that's showing, very deep going
You're
drown
They wanna drown me in a lake
All you niggas sounding fake
You surrounded by the snakes
Just come around
Yeah I'm found
Yeah I'm found in the cave
I
don’t want to be get further taught
By the way you don’t know any thing,
You say you really want true love,
Then you fling,
You say you can easily swim,
Your eyes are covered with the same guilt that covered your hearts
Before hands tied twisted and bound by sin
Rip my flesh open and watch it bleed
My testimony starts losin a homie behind somethin phony
Flippin those zonie's for Rice A Roni
Lifted by my lonely for only brother to take, well
[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Rock on the boards, why'know?
Hahahahahaha, yeah
Yeah yeah, what what
Yo, yo
Whatever I write, I abide by, sayin what I mean
Meanin
could whistle you out.
Then says the maid, You'll have your request.
And the parson he grinned like a fox in his nest.
But before that we may do this
requests to do a tune by the late great Sam Cooke
There were so many great tunes he did in the 60s
That it would take me really all night long to go through
requested time off for bugged behavior
And rhymed off of thug beats bumped by a neighbor
Who spoke with his fist and kept a mirror with a thumbhole
Cell
Or five, that's for my jam on the request line
So if you stress me I could tell you through the grapevine
It's like this
(Chorus)
Them that's gots, I
My request is simple, it's every child's desire
I only want your blessing
Daughter, dear daughter, you're nothing but a fool
This world is governed by
been written in Braille
It seems the more that we touch, the more we learn about our failings
I'm struck speechless by the nape of your neck
But
left of us, the cunning wins again
You call this inspiration, I call this a charade
Driven by institution, hell-bent on having the stain
I should grab
Cecille will pick out all your clothes
Blue is her best color, no red I think
Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer
Soap, no, bubbles, I think
Annette
Wretched will, host of pleasure surreal
Closed the room where the last is buried
Rise or fall at your master's request
You're unable to accept
a good time
Dancing with my baby
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the ice box
Popcorn's
feed
Immunity lost, full price at your cost
Industry living by disease
Imagine, idolize and idealize
A dream a nightmare couldn't change
Any
suggest
Skip the drama
Stay with mama
Mother knows best
Got ahead, get trampled by a rhino
Go ahead, get mugged and left for dead!
Me, I'm just your
situation by prayer and petition
With thanksgiving I present my request to God.
And the peace of God which passes understanding will guard your hearts
storm
whinin up whinin up
want it,make me rise by a trump
want it, and by the way she perform
want it,she going up like a bum
fireing up fireing up
she's
.jpg/220px-D'Angelo_Pori_Jazz_2012_(cropped).jpg "DAngelo")
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