Charles Hamilton - Ain't No Sunshine (Ruff Draft) lyrics

My estrogen deliverer got out so I gotta keep on remembering the sh** I'm not about. I'm not in her mouth. Nervous as sh**, pot in my mouth. Cotton mouth, bout to drop out. I might have been one of those when I decided to not doubt. Knocked out, got up, Donnie McClurkin, or that other family who be lurking Shot out a box, got out the box, thought about the roof. Stopped out the box for being some sh** these hood n***as thought about in the booth. They become the box, I wake up in the box. And I shake up the dice wake up at Rice, wake up in the Heights. And take them to the height-est, kind of sh** that I don't get until I'm in some box. Now Now how could I forget to drop a hook I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire sh** Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo Magic rapid fire, have a lot of cats to inspire. These cats haven't got a bad Mariah by their side. Laugh a lie, Natalie. Back to my grabbing my nine-having. Having a price, mad cats have to like actually precise. f*ggots like to rap, I don't like a f*g. Have a team of guys who are captain of the Cavs. Blacking on the Knicks. Pa** it to the pricks, pricks pa** it to a ditch. Have a little sh**, pa** it to the 6. 6 has a ditch, ditch has a b**h has a fist has a dick. Dick has a b**h has fit has a b**h. b**h has a fit has a fit has a this. Magic sh**, blacking sh**. Mad a sh**, f*ggot sh**. Rap to f*ggots. f*ggots, have a clip. Have a dip, b**h Now how could I forget to drop a hook I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire sh** Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo Scared of my nuts but I'm tearing sh** up. Grab the right one with the left, but I'm scared as f**. I barely get up, a direction rhymes. Erection time, next to shine, next in line Blessed to find a second time I'm nevermind. Nevermind gets divine, half the Heaven sign. Heaven sign, extra time, never shine. "Better than I" says the guy who's next to me, but only Psychically. Unfortunately, to those 6's with ditches, it's s**ually. Except Talise. Except my mom, except the house, except the lease. Except the bomb, except the bounce, except police. Respect the bounce, respect the blessed, restrept the geif. I mean, sh**, I'm an extra Zangief on Schweppes. And Jeff, you left, peace Now how could I forget to drop a hook I don't get a lot of twat I gotta look Mad cause I don't get it, have to find a fitted Rap to find a fitted, rapid fire sh** Have a liar get mad unwired with my hook, yo