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Lyrics: Would have been fish/Would have been meat Would have been eggs/Would have been greens Would have been milk/Would have been fruit Would have been vegetable/Would have been soup I would have been good for you You are lika box/ Full of everything we not And im tired put my stuff inside you My trust, my love, my hair, my shoes Say you are lika square Filled with the words that's n the air I gotta mouth full of my questions baby You gotta box empty with my answers Maybe we can go to get to the store and buy yo ass a clue I heard they got some honesty on sale Say Maybe u can buy 2 I heard yo mama sewed your buttons on since u were 22 And yo sistas washed your laundry I think its time I did laundry too MEAT. BEATS. GREENS. PEAS. MILK. FRUIT. Eggs. You You You Eggs. You You You You are lika loop A what? You are lika loop What? You are lika, lika You are lika, lika You are lika loop You are lika loop Feel like im going round and round with you Feel like the O's inside my soup And don't nobody get full off of eating no soup See I gotta mouth full of my questions BABAY You gotta box empty with d ansas MEAT. BEATS. GREENS. PEAS. MILK. FRUIT. Eggs. You You You Eggs. You You You Maybe we can go to the mall Skate skate down the hall and cruise Or do you need permission from your mama? I think I need permission too You are like my shoe Carry me 2 do what I gotta do Ya cheap and ya tearing at the base Aint worth for the time ya had to make I gotta mouth full of my questions BABAY And You gotta box empty with the ansas' MEAT. BEATS. GREENS. PEAS. MILK. FRUIT. Eggs. You You You Eggs. You You You (LET THE BAND PLAY) I don't know what to do I feel like I'm waiting on him And if I were to actually write what I'm doing It's like I don't know You are like the sand brown and you're slipping through my hands Castles, Mansions for my baby Sitting on the beach waiting for my man Oh you are doing too much and you need to speed it up MAYBE WE CAN GO TO THE STARS HOP HOP ON THE MONTH OF JUNE OR MAYBE WE GO THE MOVIES MATINEE AND A JUCUZZI PROMISE I'LL HAVE YOUR HOME REAL SOON Is there a curfew for your class? A hall pass for your past Do you think you need it soon? Miles away From ya mama's place And I can't Even be your soup (Campbell's, Baby!) Cause Aint nobody gonna love you like me What ya blind? Believe in me! Cause I would have been Your MEATS your BEANS Woulda been your greens and peas Would have been your apple seed (You know Im built to please) Could have been grapes and seeds Apple vines and leaves Anything You need me to be I will be for you Believe me its true Meats. Beats. Greens. Peas. Milk. Fruit. Eggs. You You You Eggs. You You You Meats. Beats. Greens. Peas. Milk. Fruit. Eggs. You You You Eggs. You You You |
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