for you It's time for! It's time for you to leave It's time for you to leave It's time for! It's time for you to leave It's time for you to leave It'
alone You'se got to do this on your own So baby go on I wish you luck And if you need me, call Just come to me and let me feed you all I can understand
tack And if you happen to miss me dog Told ya'll i be back maken the player haters say (ahhh) and i'm still close for comfort And i took one nine like Kishawn Johnson who the baller me
stand a woman Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head Darling, won't you tell me first this will be forever Before you lead me
woman. Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head. Darling, won't you tell me first this will be forever Before you lead me up
: You can tell from the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that i'm not the carefullest of
her eyes I see shes the only one that's meant for me. [Chorus:] Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me Gotta let me learn, gotta let me finally be
stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin
of you body And the music in your eyes I was lost inside your world Chorus Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms She'
don't want you like that (Truss) I want you like that She like, baby no, she like baby no I'm like baby you know your baby won't leave you in the cold
about your pretty face I never thought about your crotch! I do not marvel at your body be it athletic or fat I do not long for your sick kiss there is
kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty notebook. she handed me
my dear, sweet mother, She just looked at me like a cow looks At an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR
here, nuttin' more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha
in my arms on the railroad track 'Cause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space There's gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie
Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song
, my body, I can keep Reaching just above me , I see my pillow's there But yet I have no head, my head is on the chair I'm staring at my body, I look