'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on Well I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son And I'm
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Once you rule the world every girl would want to be with you First, ya get the money, then you get the power G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every
Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights
Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every
traffic knee deep A chance to stave the morning off And get some sleep Heaven may stone him But Jean the birdman pulls it off He wears a crucifix His mother
to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. I wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother badly, I was a sideways
five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
(feat. Mos Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys
Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every
: (feat. Mos Def, Styles P) Hello hello hello hello... [MOS DEF:] Every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys Entrances exits vestibules and alleys
that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every
and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although
hand bag What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets He ain't a bouncer he's just the fasion police You know whats tragic a girl stops traffic
