me what I miss But now those thoughts are no more Every since you came into my life It's like Heaven opened up it's doors Showered down on me the perfect
hundred on top, and ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out Department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin' me and
I walk in the rain and whistle a tune I talk to the man up there in the moon I know I may sound like somebody gone insane I'm a fool about you baby but
everybody wants to try me lately So I'm easin' off the bus an' pedal biking lately You see music, it brings me haters Haters got wifeys, they bring me papers And
by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) With Kool Keith Girl: Irina. Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
it keeps me from being true blue Once in a blue moon there's a blue sky I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite Thing's like a bluebird, until the wind dies And
bring them Think to the needy and then to the greedy Rely on the heaven and earth to feed me Move to the motions of the moon (take out your shades!) cause
under my cover And not only that, you'd be under my wing And me and you'd be doin' the nasty thing Whenever you're ready, we can go steady You can be my baby and
doubt we turns it out 'Cause we Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots Play in the corners and
t understand Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man And they hate Griffy too so they try to get into it Both you and me see through it
and the scream The voice of reason somewhere in between The one and all the me and the we The I and I the thou and the thee A man a design a child of
black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter
't test me or stress me, I'm in that mode where I could just black out and leave yo' ass flo'ed Benzes and Beamers I drove 'em and slabbed 'em Big booty
clear Where the police and gangsters control the block And gunshots is all that you hear When the only sounds are the drums of war And you left out
sock her Get the fuck back and leave me alone Before I have to come to your home and see ya Wind me up and I can do flips And put the smack down on
always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead
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taking thirsty people Who've been pullin' on their drinks From a glass that lies a bar length wide And in the drink there swim the swimmers And those