With a little love we will rise above You can count on me With a little love we will rise above With a little love Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love
t give a shit And they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared
I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch and groupie ass bitch And a nigga with a cellular
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with
sunny rays duck without my little ho and you say that it's all my fault who ever wrote the book of love, had better run cause I'm coming after you, with a
heals Baby wipes and cans of Infamil Moter bike and grams of fish scale It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with
copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get
like superstars, lifestyle bizarre Ridin limos, and never drive a car Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies Wake up a
guess I'm a fanatic You want that shit, I have it See, I don't want no static But it's a-u-t-o-matic See, you you wanna play boss hog Runnin 'round like a
up I hung with cats that do the donts Cats that forage through the moats Hoping they open with soveriegnty and a cantine deemed with prodigies I love
soul magnet Feelings activate Passionate the germ, and the book met the worm I hold a book of matches captive to flashin For some need flatline Be a
find a mile before the valley meets the hill [Aesop Rock] I'm an archer Partnered with a farmer's board of appetites (?) Sweetalkin' a rasping down to a
and dresses As a matter of fact, kids around here Need to be walking with a vest on Cause the quietest streets around here, can be a war zone And I'm
Chorus] [Akinyele] I'm ready to get up on a scam trip The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip! First I need a crackhead with a credit card So
I'm gonna call up my boss and tell him I'm ill Gonna tell him I'm home, with the fever and chills I don't usually lie but for your sweet love I will
some love small enough to slip inside a book small enough to cover with your hand because everyone around you wants to look it is enough to have some love
nothing but tired, man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire, you can't start a fire without a