Oh late bloomer, the rumors were true You know I checked your ID when you left the room I didn't want to see it coming, I showed off my heart Now there
feel I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gonna need it, I'd rather you open up my body And
you're not alone for a while so you're not alone If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty
as you're livin' the dream I play my piano for crowds big and small I'm 40 years old and I've seen it all Three minutes away from my name up in lights
-huh, BIATCH!! BIATCH!! Yo piano man, take us up on outta here playboy. My get back skillz, my get back skillz. *(E-40)* (burp) I hurt my ass
the slamming of the door And the resonance of my imperfection Broke the silence once more The selfish angry bastard Who doesn't want to hear I tried
got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear it When I was nine years old
like they playing in my pants Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the
wanna dance with me Don't care to hear them play a tango And in the mood they take a mambo It's way too early for the congo So keep a rockin' that piano
rain in California so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and a woman on my mind
little heart was broke Oh oh normally Norma's waitin' on me every evening when the sun goes down When I get home from work with my dirty old shirt She
My son like "Daddy, I be missing you when you gone" I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
' trifle If he got a trigger then he prolly [probably] gonna pull it Til' he runs out Prolly won't sweat Cuz' he got Eeny meeny miney mo bullets! I hear
piano solo play Mozart Vocabulary colorful like feathers of a peacock Operating theatre put your head upon a butchers block Rise from my own grave eyes nuclear holocaust Astronauts t-minus arc of the covenant My
my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock
at first sight, it's okay You can tell he must be on a mission Because my heart has made it's decision As soon as you stepped in my peripheral vision
ugh, ugh, Priesthood, uh huh, Royal Emperor In my time, ya know, my time, went through a lot of things Yo, yo, yo I write the realest, only my true niggas