talk it over to Him, He'll give you piece of mind When you feel your life's too harrr-arrrrrd Just go have a talk with Go-ooooood Heyyyyyyeahhhheyyyy [
reality show [Verse 2: Musiq SoulChild] Hey... listen You already know what it is when it comes To that soul music I gets it done I'm bout it Just like
hemp The beat pimp The ill Philly resident That's far from hesitant Corrupt like a president Never benevolent But poetically prevalent Cooler than peppermint The lieutenant for niggas talkin bout
t see eye to eye, you ain't never lied We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide Recognize, lost of a lot of love when my momma died Did a gang
, I need extra cheese, hey You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn You still wanna talk blow man
time Baby, I wanna be, wanna be your soul provider, hey Baby, talk about love, talk about trust I wanna, I wanna be, baby, I wanna be your soul, soul
Hey lover Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Hey lover, hey
me, I just gotta I just gotta talk to somebody Hey fellows, gather 'round Let me tell you 'bout a girl who's blowin' my mind She's really new in town Fresh an' lovely
a thuggish bunch of niggas like us Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the ouija, so I can
back and moved and like I'm ready for war is that all you got Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents Said I smoke and snatchin
'em Them fools come back like I'm ready for war, is that all you got? Heard the mack was talkin' this And that 'bout some of my incidents said I smoke
I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love
it down oh lay it down Lay your head on my pillow [Lloyd] Hey mamma Patti I think I need some advice See my girl talking bout how I don't love her right
kind of hoe Got no more questions now I want you to go So break (Break) Hey, let me talk to you for a minute Shut up...shut up I love the way you
my hands up) I'll give it all up for ya mama Just when I go back to church All your friends are talkin' 'bout ya' Talkin' about how much I look just
spill out my soul, I spit out my stress and can I spit out my stress? it's the feeling in the air you bout to drop a real classic he said Cole, "a lil