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
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
lift my head up put a smile upon my face keep me comin right back with your warm embrace i'm feelin safe babygirl when u touch me like that you lay your
s in your dick, 'cause your arms outta veins The system raped me, society hates me The man in the mirror is scared to face me My only friend is me, but
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
My brain's empty, my heart feels nothin' My left side is numbin' I ask myself, lemme ask you somethin' Tryna catch my breath while I'm tryna write somethin
to vibe for my anger Your girl outta pocket, lookin' in the eyes of a stranger You whylin', ridin' for danger, headed for trouble Plottin' you blame her? Might of saw me
on chess, was best for less dimeanor A record exec for Techanina, out of reach, like a man wit no Arms, but she let Kutty plow the peach, sorta like
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
niggas heads like canaelopes Put holes in your body like vans and cokes Ya niggas broke, y'all hardly paid And I make ya arms hot like my holiday Niggas
with your arms all folded When you know that she's ready to dance right upon ya' You've got the money, money She's got the hottie, body We wanna a party
my dear, sweet mother She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
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
