Got no need for the fancy things All the attention that it brings Tell me, no, I say, yes, I was chosen And I will deliver the explosion Can't say it
got that somethin' as a man You still got that somethin' Of this I know, of this I know That one fancies herself as a black lab I hear that your old flame
silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laughter
token rhyme, suggesting rhythm That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows in the flames will
(fine) you ever date a dime (dime) Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat You know, hater time, cat food, fancy
bitch give up the Beaumont All my niggaz havin fancy dreams (Fancy dreams) Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme (A money scheme) All my niggaz havin fancy dreams (Fancy
such a silly thing to do A chance I might wake up and find you gone Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue Any private flame could be a lie Blue, so blue, my love
wildly and it's all because you're here When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near Every femme that flutters by me is a flame that must
time -- mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies
Count the candles I am drowning Oh how lovely I am drowning I am drowning Oh how lovely Oh how lovely Oh how lovely
wildly And it's all because you're here. When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near. Ev'ry femme that flutters by me Is a flame that
here, player there, nigga turned you out But never told you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be shared And you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair Fancy
's a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so Silk on the corners of his fancy threads double breasted pin stripe coat top press fast talkin' good looking flim flam
faster But when I ride again into the night My torch will shoot flames strong and bright And my absence will remind you of How tough it is to be in love
Don't start a fire - And walk away Only for the thrill of looking at the flames Don't fake desire - And turn away Only for the fun of playing fancy games
silly thing to do the chance I might wake up and find you gone blue, so blue, my love is burning blue any brighter flame would be a lie blue, so blue, my love
eyes by a flame And keep it through the wind Dreams are made to be broken And no god could explain why A fool always rambles in a fancy blue space The
poetic genius; it was this that our great poet king David desired so fervently & invokes so pathetic'ly, saying this he conquers enemies & governs kingdoms; and we so loved