Lyrics:
your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
Chapman: I don't know - Mr Wentworth
Just told me to come
In here and say that there
Was trouble at the mill
George Washington, the first who didn't wanna run
John Adams was the second till 1801
Then Thomas Jefferson, who made the British mad
Next came James
the fuck the fuck you mean
Don't you see the glisten in my gleam that's why bitches scream
Real talk
I been in between
Highs and lows
Trouble seem to love
me keep on callin me
get me in trouble..
she so cute yu nut quic wen yu face2face so i turn
her from the bac & grab her by da waist [turn around]
dic
But a sound mind sound mind
These troubles in my head got me deep in prayers
Gods word in my heart
Pulls me away from fears
It's like my mind is realm
with what books I read than what side I claim
Got a vision to be veteran
With a future brighter than writer deciphering light by Thomas Edison
Cause
Cast your cares upon the savior Christ
Now tell me, who made the mind of man
Who separated the sea by his command
Who laid his life down and raised it
is nothing but trouble
So it goes
Senses slow, start transmission
Back to a place, you erase in your mind
Where you can breathe, sighs relieved, where
the road less travelled
In a world where many men opt for the norm
Even Thomas Edison solved problems by falling asleep
With ball bearings clutched in his
the road less travelled
In a world where many men opt for the norm
Even Thomas Edison solved problems by falling asleep
With ball bearings clutched in his
you in a plastic bag
They could have saved us all
c whole lotta trouble
c whole lotta trouble
c whole lotta trouble
Be a sweet heart and just, shut
die, 'cause I'm not here by myself, I'm not here of myself
You can see that God must be back in me, otherwise
Where would I get the strength to say
so much
So much Trouble and so much strife
The sky is grey
Wind’s howling in through the trees
The sky is grey
Wind’s howling in through the trees
Christmas
A Rocking Good Christmas
Standing in a line doing the Bethlehem shuffle
Not looking for any particular kind of trouble
I seen where He was born
morning’s dead
Time to unload your head
Pour yourself a coffee
Smoke a cigarette
Even though it’s not politically correct
Sit down comfortably
In this room
my plan against the grain
With a gun in my hand
And show no shame muthafucka
You in the middle of a mind
Fuckin' with the cattle patrol
Fight for
La Gonave I see your mist
La Gonave well I know you're kissed
By the same sea of trouble
That stretches back home
La Gonave
You've got troubles
and then
We end up in A&E
With more than a bruise or three
We have trouble in mind
We live by deceit
We don't play by the rules
'cause we're as thick
Smoking double I won’t stumble
If I think about u I’m in trouble
Smoking double I won’t stumble
If i think about u I’m in trouble
The ending
the riverside, the water is cool and wide
All my troubles subside, as I take in the outside
Down by the riverside, is where my soul feels alive
This is where
everything hurts
The essence of entropy
Enter me, F U N (FU in) Effigy
Effervescent trepanning, that Edison Energy
AC (a sea) of troubles, by opposing I end
time in the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But
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