Thursday, July 21, 2011

Don't Suppress It - Lyrics

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The IRS callin` me, gettin` on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx
My girl, "Keith, you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?"
I don`t know, last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin` blow
I was in the room sweatin`, thinkin` about the rent playin` bingo

The landlord said, the commencement of the month, we gotta go
Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall
I told James Brown stop smokin` Angel Dust and the pis-tal
He cherished to go up to the Olive Garden and get a restaurant brawl

Mary J. Blige, "My son, don`t take them type of telephone calls"
I can`t get out tonight, my Bic lighter don`t light
I heard you and K-Ci in the background
I`m screamin`, "Did the cops come and give up the fight?"

All the break and the drugs
Make me find the way I feel
All the break and the drugs, drugs
All the break and the drugs
Make me find the way I feel
All the break and the drugs

Freebasin` eighteen pounds of C with Marvin Gaye
Put that on the table, let`s parlay
With Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin` aluminum foil
Watch that crack pipe boil

With Richard Pryor we burnt the family down gettin` higher
Don`t imagine I`m bluffin`
Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards
Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin

Rick James was in the kitchen lightin` the flame
And Mousey`s trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr.
I don`t want nobody to live my name
I kept glasses on it was a damned shame

Losin` weight, fallin` out in big arenas
The same guy who used to take to me
Deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina
Every Saturday mansions was packed
"Hey Jimmy you got the smack?"
Shut up, you don`t recognize how to act

All the break and the drugs
Make me find the way I feel
All the break and the drugs, drugs
All the break and the drugs
Make me find the way I feel
All the break and the drugs

Crystal, methane and heroin and quaaludes
A lapse of your mind
Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin` coke, baby
Got the better of me

I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain
Rush me to the hospital
Oh baby, get this monkey off of my, my, my back
Get him off me
Get the monkey off my back, baby, get the monkey
And get the monkey off of my back, girl

Back in the 70`s, it was all about drugs

Tie my arm up at night between shows
Takin` soda tops off of soda pops
I used to be up all dark in the living room
Smokin` a lot of grass with the Four Tops

Makin` collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith, you want to stop"
I knew something was wrong
When I gave away my VHS and sold a couple of my

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