People used to bill and coo But that don't make it with you Coz there's other things we do In our time, baby In our time, yeah In our time, baby In our
The shadow of your smile When you are gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn Look into my eyes Oh my love, and see All the lovely things you
You're not a dream, you're not an angel You're a man I'm not a queen, I'm a woman Take my hand We'll make a space in the lives That we'd planned And
(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday) (Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday) Hey Mr. Sunlight
I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang
I am Malakai I am Malakai Breaking all your fucking bones I am Malakai I am Malakai Oozing with testosterone I am Malakai I am Malakai Breaking all your
Feed me and rape me and rope me As a family we will hang together As a genus we will bleed together We have settled for less
She walks around in her robe To hide her bag of shit Colostomy bag, reeks of crud Embedded in her hip Screaming at the bitch She took my parking spot
right down, Oooh take it while you can, Come on let?s blow your mind, Smash, grab, take it, Hey hey hey yeah, Smash, grab and take it for yourself, Smash, grab
layin' here in my bed I'd rather be travelin' than layin' here in my bed 'Cause I've got you on my mind and freight trains in my head I'm gonna grab
Hook: (4x)] Grab my guage and then erase Grab my guage and then erase Ride up on the street And put some niggas in the front page [
Everybody grab a girlfriend And make the dancehall rock tonight A reggae muffin A ragga riddim And make her scream with sheer delight O my heart is jumping
dem come to oneness Conic little ones come we get strong Suffer not to madness no CHORUS Spa dap spap spa dap spa Let me tell you something Grab
My baby's nice, she's so polite Said, "Please" when she ask me stay the night She's around the house and she love me so real She pickin' up a little bit
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town It's been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout Nobody at
Take the lowest common denominator, The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight
Here he comes walking down the street Got them funky ragged things on his feet He got half a busted moon in his smile Now I know he's walked that long
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and