all I could give you a call I could give you something fine to compare yourself to My eyes begin to ache in the cold electric light There are no windows in this room
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become my mama's boyfriends? He walked in our lives I was only five Superman pajama's I was super duper fly Sitting here like why, he at least supersize You know I scrutinise like who this
(Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
in Sunday school, in Sunday school I really hope this boy is cool It's time I fought for love I know he'll be there waiting Four hundred girls in the room
see your friends And her snotty little family All dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry This
write rhymes walk with me reminice my life So then we moved up I thought I was the Fresh Prince Dynasty was re-runs and Dallas was faded With 3 beds this
coaster You know you went off like the Devil in a church In the middle of a crowded room All we can do, my love is hope we don't take this ship down
but I'm not sure I could Tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith,
Alone in my four cornered room Starin? at candles Are we on the radio Dukes? Yeah, give it to me Yeah, at night I can?t sleep I?m tossin? and turnin?
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles Are we on the radio dukes? Awww yeah, give it to me Yeah, at night I can't sleep I'm tossin' and
then there was this boy whose Parents mad him come directly home right after school And when they went to thier church The shook and lurched all over the church
then there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home Right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church
picture This is no picture, this is just, this just a, this just a" "This is my jack-knife, this is my jack-knife This is my jack-knife, this is my
a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church My derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June We at the party mackin', even throw a bitch in the room
was mad bumpin' Rappers on the mic was like settin' off somethin' Now parties like this yo God I like lougin' observin' everything inside my surrounding Jasmine dancin' wit' this
reason I do music and grime is So one day I can provide for you Daddy tells me to come church but I ain't listening 'Cause to me that's a room full
my room, I'm gon' give it to you All my homies who make chips like I do This one's for you, ditty dum ditty doo Dum ditty dum ditty We keep this poppin
