Lyrics:
When the man of the house ain't never home
Here I am again tonight all by myself
It's not hard to figure out that you're out with someone else
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
Of a small town
Southern man
Finally death
Came callin'
For this small town
Southern man
He said it's alright
'Cause I see angels
And they got me
By
(God and man) don't believe in modern love
It's not really work
It's just the power to charm
I'm still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye
Yes I! yes mon!
A mi mon
It's just like di four elements of life yuh know
Earth wind water and fire and none caan work widout di other yuh know
But take it
You've done dirt to lifelong friends
With little or no excuses
Who endowed you with the crown
To hand out these abuses?
Your lady knows
Ha kitty drippin dat figi
Im finna clipp ha like PG
Hit it back ta back think I might 3peat
Da girl dem suga thats word ta beenie
Had ta have
a better life, and you dream about it, don't you?
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
love, then it's finished
Jealous-ass niggas
Damn
Then you got the ones that travel 'cross the globe
Everything is paid, they don't need a man
Don't
don't do half what he say
Dom Sheldon is a cold man
Dom Sheldon is a cold man
Dom Sheldon is a cold man
Dom Sheldon is a cold man
He out shock in
he sees her
He starts to shake and cough
Just like the old man in
That book by Nabokov
Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me
Don't
about the noose.
He couldn't take no more abuse
So he shot down the congregation.
You can't talk to a man
With a shotgun in his hand.
Now, Big
I could resist, turn it up
Good Lordy-Lord
Turn it up
Good Lordy-Lord
Wait a minute!
Hell if I know why I let you drive my car
Don't I know
power and abuse it
Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it
Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it
Used to be
I could resist, turn it up
Good Lordy-Lord
Turn it up
Good Lordy-Lord
Wait a minute!
Hell if I know why I let you drive my car
Don't I know
it was a joke
The trigger, I pulled his face, the yolk
Reached in his pocket, took all his cash
Left my man standing with the egg mustache
Suckers,
Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't
Don't sing them songs about the open road
I lost too many rainbows chasing pots of gold
I still remember what my baby said
It's still a knockin'
switch and walk
And I can tell by the way that you baby talk
And I know by the way that you treat your man
I wanna love you baby, it's a cryin' shame
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
Woman, grab your children
Run and hide
Don't let it catch up with you
You got to fight it to stay alive
If it gets you, man, you're through
It
to be by yourself (by yourself)
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (ooh, ooh)
You don't need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You did
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