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2004 |
1. | On My Way |
2. | If I... |
3. | Open Windows |
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5. | There I Go |
6. | Saved Soul |
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8. | In Your Eyes |
9. | Feel My Flow |
10. | Sippin' Some Tea |
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12. | I Wanna Be With You |
13. | Stressin' Me |
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(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on) x3
Come on, yeah, here we go.
Come on, yeah, somebody hold
Yeah we get down. Yeah!
Bounce around. Blow!
We don't play, we came to get down.
We do it like this everyday
Since we the ones that rep our city
Gotta give up to the ones who with me
We don't play. never have, never will.
Cuz i got to much to give.
i got to much word and this life is to real.
Got to be heard and fight for you to feel me
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[Chorus]
Crushed in space, pushed through time
Movin' cautious, obey all signs
Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
Make a statement, but don't define
See I'm on it, make you want it
You ain't on it, don't condone it
Don't you keep from tryin' to clone it
Deep down inside you want it
[Verse One: Coffee]
Whatchu want, whatchu got
How you deal with it?
And you get, whatchu got
Gotta live with it
In the spot and its hot
Gettin' real with it
Don't you know that beneath this flow
Lies scorn, shameful past form
Many regrets like the day I was born
Told myself I'd be reformed
First put to death take time to mourn
Be the ace in ah folded hand
Stare in the face of a scolded man
Come up missin' on the back of a soda can
Go out like only no soldier can
Sermons blazin' through the dark
I'm a prince in the Pazy Park
Through the sense, I really play my part
Took my time before I got my start
Now the harvest right
For a brother like me, who the artist type
Who love the culture, through all the hype
Hits and strike, my kiss is deadly, and it be like-
[Chorus]
Crushed in space, pushed through time
Movin' cautious, obey all signs
Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
Make a statement, but don't define
See I'm on it, make you want it
You ain't on it, don't condone it
Don't you keep from tryin' to clone it
Deep down inside you want it
[Verse Two: Bonifide]
Get up, on it!
Don't you clone it
Deep down inside you want it
These boys have cut the fool
These boys from the south got nothing to lose
On a Pettidee track can't help but move
When Grits spit quick fire ain't nothing' but truth
When you come down to it, ain't about the loot
Gotta take you down through it when I'm in the mood
Gotta face the fame, hate that change
Rearrange and break that chain
Let us take you beyond the your reign
Let us show you what you became
That's the goal
Get it in your soul
Shape and mold
And make new from old
Your worth is more, than you've been told
Ya'll kings and queens not pimps and hoes
This that real, this that straw
That break your back and can't shake it off
Exclusive round all inclusive
That heart to find if you lose it
[Chorus]
Crushed in space, pushed through time
Movin' cautious, obey all signs
Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
Make a statement, but don't define
See I'm on it, make you want it
You ain't on it, don't condone it
Don't you keep from tryin' to clone it
Deep down inside you want it
Crushed in space, pushed through time
Movin' cautious, obey all signs
Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
Make a statement, but don't define
See I'm on it, make you want it
You ain't on it, don't condone it
Don't you keep from tryin' to clone it
Deep down inside you want it
Crushed in space, pushed through time
Movin' cautious, obey all signs
Warnin' lights, they flash and blind
Make a statement, but don't define
See I'm on it, make you want it
You ain't on it, don't condone it
Don't you keep from tryin' to clone it
Deep down inside you want it
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See it's not that you ain't fine
It's just that I ain't interested
Yep you guessed it I'm the result of a love that never lasted cause lust was always present. I was hoping by the way I dressed and ignored your previous attempts that it would be evident that sweet talk leaves a sour taste in my mouth and there's no substance behind the shallowness of your arrogance.
Yo-Coach gives me the impression that you think I would find it a privilege that you extended a compliment my way. All I can say is your affirmations or confirmation's not revelations that I'm the one to be pursued--brother I thought you knew.
Yeah you're fine but good looks and tight gear won't get my time nearly as fast as a man who's got enough insight to see beyond my Coke-bottle figure and enough vision to make me believe without "priority's" not a bed buddy but a soulmate.
Time's a tickin I have no more to waste on little boys or Usher-like confessions. But that Mac-daddy garbage you just recited you're my carnal curse not a spiritual blessing. Fine men before your time taught me this lesson and now I'm the one teaching you how to treat me and those young girls who are following unknown that a fine man makes them no less beautiful or deserving of
Better
More
God's best
No less
I'm sorry about this for sounding rude
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