Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

I'm still in the kitchen W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen You niggas don't want it Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough With all that ambition The

I can see the flames and my life Flashing right before my eyes. I hope they get to me in time. I'm eight years old Daddy's cuttin' my hair Aqua Velva on his hands. Momma's in the kitchen Got fried green tomatoes

Her world collapsed early Sunday morning Those creatures jumped the barricades She held the child and whispered With calm, calm, "belong" She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio And have headed for the sea, sea And

The bed, the floor, the kitchen Don't really matter as long as I get I'm tucked, all bottled inside You're a bad baby, you're making me sweat Like your birthday suit (suit) Had me so addicted from the start You give me vertigo, vertigo Vertigo, vertigo

I'm gonna stick like glue Stuck on you Yeah, yeah, because I'm Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh Stick, because I'm Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall Ain't gonna do you no good at all Cause once I catch ya, and the kissin' starts

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

This is my heart, it's on the line, Selene Resolutions and lovers in the kitchen Love is clueless and destiny is wishing Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve Oh what an indication To the center of the pain Through your tattered window pane To the

Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know