Sheelob

[Intro]
Fuck around fuck around
Fuck around fuck around
And catch a body at these shows, shows
Shows, shows

[Verse 1]
Seeing how life flows
Neighborhood filled with potholes
Who can resist halos
And all of my brown girls got those
Back of the parking lot rose
Flowers as big as our souls
Blossomed, bloomed, sprouted
Made their way
Into your homes
At night he roams
Watching over his shoulder
It’s colder when you all alone
But that don’t matter, keep a tough face
Youngin' boys can’t cry
Fuck around with this music
He might just gon’ have to do it
They said little nigga prove it
Your response if he ain’t moving
Go through table we do
And what we say and what we be
It gon’ change our whole position
Changes everything we [?] tonight
And hopefully we still gon’ fly
Even with the feathers plucked
My wings still gon’ try
To rip through my shirt and [?]
To make it up out alive
We might not do it right
That don’t matter
There’s no right way to make it out of here, whatever
With the style
They’re Peter Pan-ing your child
Scoop em’ out they windows [?]
Show em’ that this life worthwhile
And hopefully they find their way back
They gon’ ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Fly away
And that’s the last that you’re gon’ see
These are the lost ones mama done sent to me
You gotta rhythm baby boy
The world need to see
She tell me
She tell me
She tell me, tell me, tell me
Sing for me
Sing for me
Sing for me baby
Sing for me, she tell me, she tell me
She tell me, tell me, tell me
Sing for me
Sing for me