Well, I'm underestimated, Highly underated, Can there be another way? I need a man, perhaps a man like you, I need a man, and I need a man. And then I
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it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me A peaceful place or so it looks from space A closer look reveals the
. Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks. Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks. Her mouth lookin like dannon
Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival in a rush. Please I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
shit, he got a weak stomach. Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit, Got it? One egg short of the omelet. Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and
a amazin' pace Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's race it Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy Livin' in
you claim fame in a game whose name is "Cough-N-Blow" But I'ma let you represent me, baby Cos I'm a sucker for style and grace And you gon' be my pony
, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
; Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing Except Jones
I'm a mess and sometimes I need you And I need you, to understand That I'm dying everything tryin to be a better man, I put that on my momma, I love
I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so thankful god Take me to the promise land, all I
I'm nobody's friend I'm a demolition man I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip
us Old Doc should have had a funeral Fine enough for a king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke And no one could give a thing 'Cept Jones, the
with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea Call it home for you and me. A peaceful place or so it looks from space A closer look reveals the human
grace I don't deserve these blessings that you give to me Chorus Interlude: Dear God, As a humble man I come to you like a child Needing your knowledge
