She likes to give me honey when I'm down She carries all the lines down in her palms She moves like a golden serpent all day long Moves like a golden serpent all day long She lights the candle when the day is gone If I ever was a king y'know she was the

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

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

Palms to the sky We rise tonight I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel fe-feel it This goes radioactive Drop the ball, let me feel the beat (Hey, take a look at you) You, you, you, you and I

Vivo en el presente Libre de preocupación Desde muy adentro Cómo es el caliente Quemaré el amanecer Tocaré las palmas tan dentro del alma Vuelo mi imaginación Mirando pal' frente

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

Slip out your arrows in tongues (Oh I, I'll dance on that cross) Tell me where we plan to be Did you ever see anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Did you ever know anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Speech trial come and lead my palms. (Sleeping on the

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I'll be California wishing on these stars For you're heart on me So how come when I reach out my finger Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm