, whoa Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa It got so good to me, man, that I stopped runnin' My feet was tired anyhow So I reached in my inside pocket and got my harp
Whoa-hah-ha (x5) It got so good to me, man, that I stopped runnin' My feets was tired anyhow So I reached in my inside pocket And got my harp out Sit
번역: 조지 클린턴. 어머니 음악.
번역: Funkadelic. 어머니 음악.
need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed, and for the record kid, my
S&M but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin
too scared to tell me that you met me And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my
learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn This ain't a sewn
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
now I know what they're saying As our sun begins to fade And we made our love on wasteland And through the barricades Father made my history He fought for
my mother always made me eat broccoli and now look at me i'm as strong as can be so put some spice in my sauce honey in my tea an ace up my sleeve and
above A little while ago My mother told me Jesus loved the world And if that's true then Why hasn't he helped me to find a girl And find my world 'til
no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my
Who says, "Hard times? I'm used to them The speeding planet burns, I'm used to that My life's so common it disappears And sometimes even music cannot substitute for
to earth from outer space And if I traveled my whole life You guys would still be on my case You guys would still be on my case But he can't leave his
I do believe that I'm gonna prosper 'Cause I'm walking with the prayers of my mother You won't get the best of me Even though you broke my heart I'm
my word I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too
