flex I win your lovin with a paid vacation You know, I'm more into a intellectual stimulation I make your mind feel good, your body follows it I pour lovin in, your
flex I win your loving with a paid vacation You know I'm more into a intellectual stimulation I make your mind feel good your body follows it I pour loving in, your
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how you looked at me With your James Dean glossy eyes In your tight jeans with your long hair And your cigarette stained lies Could we fix you if you broke? And is your
mend. They will vow to always love you Swear no love but yours will do Then they'll leave you for another Break your little heart in two. Little sparrow
men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing, ?Good morning, America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train
home I'll never leave again I feel your love in the air I see your face ev'rywhere I feel your deep in my soul You're always there Grown men sometimes
My hand to God, I didn't mean to After all, look what we've been through Men come in different shades That's how we're made The little house on Ellis
me Don't close your eyes or we'll fade away Over and over and over again We sat down for a minute, grew up into men Now we're putting out fires and
MAKE EXCUSES OR PUNCH THE CLOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW SUCKERS ARE MADE, AND YOUR DREAMS FADE DON?T EVER HIDE YOUR BRUISES OR SELL YOUR STOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW BROTHERS GET PAID, AND MEN
Quit that! You a big cat? (Uh-huh, yeah) Where your chicks at? Where your whips at? (Yeah, where dey at?) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams
a rich man Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin' There's dreams
I'm reignin', slay men Leave your whole body cold Your nails grow long, you get gray skin May this nigga rest in peace, Amen I run with brave men, straight
up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full
