If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm. If I mistreat you girl, I sure don't mean no harm. Well, I'm a motherless child; I don't know right
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord. They don't have anywhere
on a mission of mercy on a new frontier He's gonna check us all out of here Up to the mansion on the hill Where you can get your prescription filled Any kind
(Lyrics: Gold-Eric Sooter / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Sometimes it seems so strange The way i feel for you It makes my life so quiet and free
i stuffed 'em Police on my draws, i had to pause And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Easy muthafuckin E or Eric
is lovely, oh so lovely Live is lovely when you love It's exciting, and inviting Life is lovely when you love Love is patient, Love is kind, and Love
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find,
instead I fuck it and brag, I?m an angry drunk when I?m grabbing a rum, And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton?s son, South of the
from the suburbs After 15 years, we're still having fun Now we're over 30, not looking so purty At least we got a beat up accordion That's Eric our
'm swimming But it's odd to me your words are kind of drippin' I'm trippin' Your flow's non-existant bitches missin' Like Eric Robert Rudolf Or Puss in
So, look here mama, umm I'm feelin' like I, umm I, umm, kinda want them numbers So, umm, I don't know Could I ... could I call U sometime? Ooh, ooh!
wanna be high Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnid Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just Pro black-ness Grown man tactics no pediatrics The kind
comin.." So won't ya bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." B-b-ba bob your head.. "ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.." [Run] A freak I find the kind
is vexin, I brought protection Suspicious, frisk us, ? has to diss us Scoldin and holdin me 'gainst my wishes Searchin my ride, my body, my soul Tryin to find some kind
land This promised land And the summer never hurts you Yours are the pleasant kind All the elders reek a virtue In sullen shattered minds Deep inside you Eric
They can only buy so much I ain?t got his kind of money But he ain't got my kind of love I ain't got his kind of money But you're gonna miss my kind
