my daydreams so soakin wet in my wet dreams you are so soaking wet in my wet dreams so soakin wet in my daydreams so soakin wet in my daydream you are
get it up in 'em, let me P pop that thang First check her brain to see if she's sane Deranged or strange or crazy as hell You never can tell these days
gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks 'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days
pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the lawn There's people here but you are gone And I find still swimming through time Afraid some days
the circle of life yo 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
, we'll mix all These are the kings from around the way Run, DMC and Jam Master Jay And the history of the soul And this be going on and on Since the days
and them thangs I shut shop down, for forty days and forty nights, woo The block hot now, I have you wondering who are them We bust your shop down,
These days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid Women freakin' me greedy lickin' me doin' body graffiti Throwin' they panties up on the stage, are
free of you Not I still believe in those days on benches at sunset Or the waves in July or was it March We weathered weathers and storms real and imagined Such fragile tenderness You are
days on benches at sunset or the waves in July-or was it March We weathered weathers and storms real and imagined, such fragile tenderness You are truly
And these days I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone An' I must admit, today, my inner pessimist Seems to have got the best of me We start out sugared
always be my candy [alright] Want your love girl understand me [understand me] You will always be my candy girl (okay, take it to the bridge) Candy girl You are my world [are
And I know that I won?t see tomorrow Turn off all the porno please Been drowning here for days Bad food, bad sex Bad TV, Internet Take all these stupid
ease the feelin', exhibit and chillin' While dealin' with the devil himself, increase my wealth be More than tank tops the average minimum weight College brethren, these days
stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I hear my memories call Of days when love was true I slept and held you Taste the brown sugar, let your
Sugar Hill Now I'm all alone, the piper wants me to foot the bill Now I'm facin' the judge, my name on a folder In jail for life, my hustlin' days are
and nigga im still breathin even though my dollars are green i rap for the kids thats to poor to waste eggs on halloween im gettin swallow clean my habits are
Album's second verse is like Devil's Pie save some dessert for us Man I gotta get my soul right I gotta get these devils out my life These cowards gonna