you More and more everyday Cause your grace is so amazing Your love is so inviting And now my heart has come to see I need you More and more everyday [
need you More and more everyday Cause your grace is so amazing Your love is so inviting And now my heart has come to see I need you More and more everyday
I need you More and more everyday Cause your grace is so amazing Your love is so inviting And now my heart has come to see I need you More and more everyday
They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips
slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons, ain't afraid to let you have it If you trip with their
-pu-fuckin' puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for
Don't you know, don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving (We're giving heartbeat props) You're giving more respect to a dead man than
pray to God, you'll never forget me, remember me I represented for the both of us, how could you love me And not trust me, somewhere hated now there's no more us plus Sammy Lee
Hmm, hmm... I've been a fool, I tripped and fell And there was nothing I could do Forgot what I had, Thought I had something to prove, Oh, what a fool
went forever Exhausted fumes made our eyes turn red and swell With our clothes tightened the seat and to our bodies It was a stinking summer trip
SOME WOULD SAY ANOTHER STATE OF MIND YOU SMELL OF MEMORY FELT TIP'D ELECTRIC CHILDE SHE TAKES A PLASTIC PILL/SHE PLAYS THE WEATHERMAN SHE SCREAMS 'RELIGION KILLS MORE
an hour talkin? But we ain't sayin? nothin? I ain't even trippin?, mama, that?s cool No better way to waste time than with you Ain't that a trip ?cause
ma You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt If your ass ever trip, I'll give you
shimmy go go motherfuckin' pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips
hour talkin But we ain't sayin nothin I ain't even trippin mama thats cool No betta way to waste time then with you Ain't gotta trip cause usually I do
' 'round the court square sidewalk Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want There's Johnson's hardware and Morgan's jewelry And the old Lee King's
graffiti writers with fame I remember hip hop before the mic cunt clapping Cause I used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers Lyrical ego trips
