Lyrics:
conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
a mile in my bare feet
There are people that you pass by every day
With harder cards than yours in life to play
Well, I put the cuffs on her and sat
somethin', can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck
Little bitches like R Kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego
you want to run away for the day
I will stay by your side
But if you want to leave me here
Then my dear, I won't fear suicide
More than I bargained
love
Be blessed by the lord above
And get married to a real nice guy
Wear a string of pearls
Wear your mothers pearls
you are just…
That kind
wise enough to know when your body's yearing for me, yes I am
So So Def, R. Kelly, mmm
So So Def, R. Kelly
suicide is painless (why are we plagued with it lots)
If living life is safest when you're guarded by a box
I'd rather live it dangerous and risk the bottom
THE SLEEPING PILLS, A KIND OF SUICIDE, EMOTION, SUICIDE…
YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED, YOUR FATE IS SEALED, JUST EMPTY SMILE TO HIDE YOUR PAIN, TOO MUCH DEPPESSED
THE SLEEPING PILLS, A KIND OF SUICIDE, EMOTION, SUICIDE…
YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED, YOUR FATE IS SEALED, JUST EMPTY SMILE TO HIDE YOUR PAIN, TOO MUCH DEPPESSED
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the
Night and the poison gas
And I lean from my
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine
Stars are made to shine
I'm in the double G, three-piece tux
Screaming dressed to kill
Hope somebody
all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby,
Half a job jerry sits in front of his telly
As he watches the world go by
Half a job jerry should be working but instead
He huddles himself inside
are
You know what you like
Girl you are the truth
You ain't gotta lie
Got big money
We ain't gotta try
We leave paper trails
When we walk by
Girl I want
a bunch of Kelly Clarksons
They love that I'm from Harlem, they love to see a broad
And another broad and kiss and massage 'em
Give them booty shots might
ground
Surrounded by the dead dusts of Hell ...
This is how I delete myself
& this is how I corrupt everyone else
Obey
Obey
Betray
Betray
Through fields of origin
The shy bird no longer dares to sing
It's just a suicide
It's like a surprise
And by a pure orgasm
The girl no longer
Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
Watch your fuckin' mouth
I love it when you
Princess resuscitates drowning tramp
Big business infiltrates postage stamp
Happy days are here again
And it's a gas man, oh boy
And we will
Can't let ourselves be hurt by love
So tell me what I have to lose
I am ready to feel these new world blues
Dreams are only of a new world
Instead
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