ya She stoned Now I'm home But she gon love me manana [Krizz Kaliko] Can't stand to hear my name or see my face But everytime she does she feels disgraced
me, I need peace in my life But with you need gangs and weaponary, im too busy to have these lousy lames To come question me, man I really do need more
feelings are cool, down lower I sink Bodies need rest, we all need our rest Sleep an easy sleep, rest, rest Bodies need their rest, all need our rest
My life believes Sensless years thunder by Millions are willing to give their lives free Does nothing live on? Learing to cope with feelings aroused in me My hands in the soil
If heaven watches over me Sowing seeds back in the soil With eyes that see, hands that feel Why am I the last to know? Sheltered lives spent partially
life believes Senseless years thunder by Millions are willing to give their lives for You Does nothing live on? Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me My hands in the soil
think Dead feelings are cool, down lower I sink, ah-hah Bodies need rest, we all need our rest Sleep an easy sleep ---rest ---rest Bodies need their
this? Don't you need some of this? Don't you want some of this? Don't you need some of this? You shove your hair down my throat I feel your fingers
soil And feel the drench with greedy eyes And I'm not saying that we could do better But given the chance we'd try We dig up the earth's not won soil
me otherwise And it's because I just don't feel it This is the last song, 'til you tell me other wise And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
out of niggas And write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggas PEACE to my summer villains with pink houses From Red Hook to QB you know the routine We need
for his lye, he makes a master plan He has bowls to make the weed grow quicker Through the hydroponic, the weed gets sicker Twenty-one different soils
need I wonder if I'm annoying you Like you're annoying me Middle finger to the freeway And your puppet show goes on It's none of your business Who she feels
the seeds of need As in the soil of the earth they are concealed Prayer is the rain to make 'em grow Water them well and they shall yield Don't feel
men only know the feel of earth That gives beneath their feet They only know the feel of earth That gives beneath their feet Land to land, Father to son Soil
soiling my brain I put the pen to the pad until the madness drains 'Cause words are colossal aggressive not docile Infectious like a brothel, no need
the plague soiling my brain i put the pen to the pad until the madness drains cuz words are colossal aggressive not docile infectious like a brothel no need