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 One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway

geisha
Wanna Be Wake Up


He be like dat
A wanna be
A maybe come see me and be somebody

I live wit a  would-be playa
Siftin' thru sequins to find a pretty
Siftin' thru cabinets to find food

He be like dat
He be ma boo
Ma chilluns is playin' outside, and ma babies was born in this squaller

Siftin' thru pockets to find money
Siftin' thru my life to find da flow

But, the day he tried to let go of my babies outta the winda, I became somebody
Told him the wanna be, the maybe come see me and make his self be somebody that he ain't playin' me here no mo'.







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