there with a lot of work and a lot of prayer if you take you time gotta be precise gotta have a plan double check it twice wait, hold up, slow down
You can make it there with a lot of work and a lot of prayer If you take you time gotta be precise gotta have a plan Double check it twice wait, hold up, slow
back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow
on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get s*** confused I'm not with different crews We walk the same paths, but got on different
. Weed blowin' steady slippin' in the darkest term. When it feels like real life, knowin' is next. Rep to take it, be the last left, humble yourself. In slow
green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson Pilgrim, there it is The block is Tina Marie
But I'll smoke it if I wanna 'Cause right now living in the fast lane So tell me what's wrong with smoking a little bit of Mary Jane And when I fight
do) [Royal T] I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow 'cause I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk
freak Straight to the teepee ,things ain't changed Pack the peace pipe Before I hit that strange Pop on the deer buck skin rubber Lay her down slow on
blew the boys away, was more than they seen. i was introduced and we first started groovin, instead -- big baby --but you got to keep movin. last dance for Mary
got to put on that party dress It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I hit my last number and walked to the road Last dance with Mary Jane One
BETHLEHEM ALLELUJAH COME DOUBTING, COME SURE COME FEARFUL TO THIS DOOR COME SEE WHAT LOVE IS FOR ALLELUJAH INSTR. (BRIDGE) COME RUNNING, COME WALKING SLOW
Crazy Mary is a slow girl who looks up to no one Would do anything for a cold one Wishes she could find her way home Got the look on her face and her
love me, Rainy days become sunny, You're so pretty baby and I know just what to do. . . Harlem Blues, Harlem Blues, Do you understand my blues? Walk that walk
me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries Cruising down 8th Street, off white Lexus Driving so slow
the breeze is soft and light As I'm walking right back to you With nothing left to hide, the tears have all been cried And the girl who died is walking
stop speakin' till I leave you on the cement Leakin', all hot, none eatin' Slow down, son, you're kill 'em Okay, you can bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary
