Lyrics:
Sunday sermon Sunday best
(Sunday, bloody sunday rest)
Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to Sunday silence, problems fade
Thought I knew my mind
Like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow
But nothing panned out as I planned
And they say only milk and honey's
am dubious hard metal I am stainless
I am milk in your plastic
I am wrapped in this left alone
In a full moon with
The only thing I can do
Lying
Guess I wasn't the best one to ask
Me myself with my face pressed
Up against love's glass
To see the shiny toy I've been hoping for
The one I
Thought I knew my mind
Like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow
But nothing panned out as I planned
And they say only milk and honey's
If hip-hop's dead and out
Black Milk just gave that bitch mouth to mouth
Brought it back to life out the hospital, ill
The industry owe me, got
the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled
Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair
There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's
a moment when my niggas run deep thru crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breat milk leak thru her blouse
A lot of niggas love to wish on a star
Give a fuck
happened to Ubuntu that's just an authors dream
Even I I'm tryina get this check
We known for respect Africa never changed
Now raise you glass and dance
A little glass of water, please
A fresh-pressed hanky if I sneeze
Some tea with honey from the bees
Whenever you can brew it
(I'll get your
coke
All me take is a glass of juice
Hello Africa! Tell me how you're doin'
Hello Motherland! Tell me how you're doin'
Hello Africa! Tell me how you're
Guess I wasn't the best one to ask
Me myself with my face pressed
Up against love's glass
To see the shiny toy I've been hoping for
The one I
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
at cards
And his footprints are not found in
Any files of Scotland Yard's
And when the larder's looted and
The jewel case is rifled
Or when the milk is
Round the carpets under the table
The housework makes you happy
Dust the shelves and polish the glass-ware
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Make some
has entrusted in our hands the will of the state
No pictures, no touchin' the strippers
Don't come around with no glass slippers
Gas lamps, gas
smokin'
I'm knowing that my naughty classy
Like that
Skin tight, light bright
And you're the daddy Mac
No smack of mines over split
See the milk
chocolate and flow like milk
Slicker than oil smooth like silk
Please give me some room because it's me you're gonna suffocate
The fly-ass brother is Imani
chocolate and flow like milk
Slicker than oil smooth like silk
Please give me some room because it's me you're gonna suffocate
The fly-ass brother is Imani
Thought I knew my mind
Like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow
But nothing panned out as I planned
And they say only milk and honey's
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
Dominican, slaf-hash Indian
Milk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin
Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals
White man scream, "Swim
Peeling paint of the wall
Cave art beneath it all
Crude lines but the picture is clear
Think of the truth like milk
Don't cry when it's spilled
Bake
I don’t believe
I think I'll feel this soon
To drop over me
This boring blues
Mouth sick, wretched
Cracking glass
I don’t believe
Manliness
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