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I'll be James St Patrick you be Angela
Like we back in high school with love we just Amateurs
I'm Big on energy so Lemme Channel Ya
Once I match your

man
But I get girl from Cruz
And I get girl from St john
New slang, new slang
I spitting that new slang
I ain’t never had nothing
Man been broke for too

of all tricks, no master (stamp that)
Demons in the mist, no pastor (right)
But this all we get, no after (life)
So we gon’ take a risk and go faster

all for myself (yea)
Fuck anybody that had ya (yea)
Getting this shit by my lonely (yea)
I don't need a mother fucking FAFSA (yea)
The way that she

Saturday Night Fish Fry

B.B. King

Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan

1999

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

I knew, I could get away if I had a chance
But I was shakin' like I had the St. Vitus dance
So I tried to crawl in under

a spiritual battle
I had to come against any struggle by prayer ah
Have you ever made a decision to settle
Being a father was the greatest news
Your mama was

they wouldn't understand they had to see it
Started with a stone quarter brick my s**t
Was in the wrong gear I had shift my s**t
One thing about the kid

freshener on the dash, I never complained
She even cut my hair at the pad, was loving my fade
The first person I seen write a rap
That's when my life had

the beat
Just move your feet yeah just move your feet

Never sell my soul this ain't offerup
All these rappers trash I think I've had enough
Paving my own

don't even know what heart is
Rejected by His own, neglected by His own
Had to give His own life so we could all live
I can't believe I complain
I wanna

I'm the man but I had to zone in
I don't worry bout my losses cuz at the end I know that I'm gone win
Told lil mama no relationships she felt bad I

to consume
Get a plate, fork, knife and a spoon
Eat the pussy like I never had food
Man that booty look like two full moons
Like ooh ooh ooh
You knew me well,

Saturday Night Fish Fry

Buddy Guy

Heavy Love

1998

by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was

Ghana to Manhattan
U gonna fake nun when it's organic

This is raw talent, just to see a win I was taking all the chances
Never had no chances, so I had

away
Live out the slum got what you want 
Moving like Saturday 
We never had love you ain't give a fuck 
Now fuck what the pastor say

Drug, drugs reup

pop, then its followed by slug
Have ya folded up like in the hucklebuck
Never go off luck, play it safe keep tuck
Have the whoppah dump, dump, sounding

an industry looking more like politics
Used to hearin' teachers say I
Was just a problem kid
The kid with ADD that somehow made it by
Used to never speak my

precedence
My own co sign I made devilish
Every fucking word I said know I meant the shit
Blasphemy could never be bothered by these bums
Could never be

when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know

And the bells of St. James were ringing
The bells of St. James

Bells of Saint James

Kansas

In the Spirit of Things

1988

that fleeted long ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know

And the bells of St. James were

St Lucia my main whore
Cache' on the same floor
Epicure in Saint-Honore
Momofuku paid for
Balling like the playoffs
Shit I never take a day off
I get

Thoughts dirty man I never claimed to be the cleanest
Rappers tryna beef with me I never eat it
Cold shoulders from my closest tend to be me heated

A pastor's sermon expressed souls are not our own
Got me searchin' through text like scrollin' on my phone
Why must I go and pray cause Christ had been the way

A wise son heareth his father's instruction
But a scorner heareth no rebuke
A man shall eat good by the fruit of his mouth
But the soul