Lyrics:
Rocking my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I’m always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin’
Are you existing
my words, I just make 'em slice like an incision
I'm mincing minions to get to the millions and serve 'em up like I'm in the kitchen
I make em swerve
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that
and slapping sandals
And the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets
Muffled by monastery walls
Prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze
Sending
Envisioned (The Grand's.)
Notice The Move, Not Held By The Chain's
The Passion In Tears (Silent Rain)
"ZOMBIELcND" Wit c Dead Finish, You Feel c Death (YEc)
One million dollar my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but, I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm
sue ya
And the next best in the microphone Nelson
Lyrical Van Helsing yeah
They try to put me out but I’m topping my game
Walk by the streets and they
the kitchen she be whippn' up them pies
With her long blonde hair and her big blue eyes
Outback by the fireplace, gazing in the sky
You can see from outer space
tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back
when you're weary, it's okay
Even when you can't see, it's okay
I know God is with you, okay
Cause you're saved by grace
Say I wake up in the morning,
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
in these ditches
You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
By me - another down be -G
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
Hen rock the shots of the liquor
Hmmm, it makes me cum quicker
Rub it on your belly like jelly, R.Kelly
You
of hell's kitchen praying he don't stick from the stove
God got me, illum-i-not-me written in bold
Slept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy
Buy 150
my ass smile
R. Kelly got beat up in jail, good for that pedophile
I'ma miss Donald Trump, can't front, he was funny
Obama gave us trap phones,
I want them 20s 50s and them 100s
I get them racks in by the bundle
Hit from the back I'm knocking down her frontal
I swear it ain't fair getting
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
I be the Thugga
Who are you?
I don't know, I don't know
Ay, ay
Rosé goin' right inside the kitchen
I might be a lame if I don't pay that ho tuition
Man, I felt like an idiot
A couple weeks later playing Kelly’s Olympian
Put my 40 minutes in and then I’m chillin with my friends
And then I see you
Scared to live and scared to die
Don't know how much more I can take
Though my feet are weary I
I know that I've gotta find a way
And then I'm reminded by
tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back
Kitchen counter hazy sunlit
Pretty sure there's milk in the fridge
Drink it in wine glasses while you burn your toast
You feel like poetry, you
from a tree
He's got his hungry eye on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
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