I could make music, music to dance by I can make music that won't let you cry I can make music, music that make you move your feet I can make music,
like I could make music, music to dance by I can make music that won't let you cry I can make music, music that make you move your feet I can make music
shit like Bobby Womack and Al Green Hell I knew most of the old school shit from front to end I was startin' to memorize fo fives at age ten I come
a green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You'll make
there; I feel some but doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not cause I'm fake cause I hate to see somebody so
do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle {Verse Three: Sheek} I
her sometimes I have to wonder how I keep from goin' under I'm a cold muthafucka I fall to my knees & thank God before I do my thang I don't know why
strong That's a lot to learn, but what can I give you in return? If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start But I would rather you let me
still Billy Joel to me! (accordion solo...) (If you listen closely here, you can hear someone yell "All right Alfie!") I can hardly wait for his next album, well I
like *Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle Verse Three: Sheek I
Hebrews* Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which lead you Verse 3- (Sheek) I'm strictly
do I can bury your bodies like an animal Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food Ripping through your flesh so I can devour your heart Music
Gently Then I?ll do my job Invigorating, intense Girl, let me do what I do I don?t know what?s echoing louder The music or you Gently I ain?t close
the music play (A little Al Green, a little Luther and a little bit of Marvin Gaye) But it ain't over, I can't tell you everything that I'm gon' do
out there, I feel some But doubt they're capable to take it where you took it to I missed your wake not 'cause I'm fake 'Cause I hate to see somebody
world till I'm gone I'm bucking sat Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be I'm pinching these bricks ducking
time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grandpop, Pop Duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Sadie, taught me the
