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The Joy by The Throne

Songwriters: Bhasker, Jeffrey; Cameron, John; Carter, Shawn; Greene, Talib Kweli; Mayfield, Curtis; Mescudi, Scott; West, Kanye; Zachary, John   Publishers: CARTER BOYS MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; PEN SKILLS MUSIC; PLEASE GIMME MY PUBLISHING INC.; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP.

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This song is by The Throne (uneditable Gracenote version).

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
A great expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
That are not A&R's in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off us

Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
She in her birthday suit 'cause of the damn cake
Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face

I never understood planned parenthood
'Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Another shorty that won't make it to the family will

If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy, they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
A great expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You ain't get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
Now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget

What's more tripped out though is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the Jewelry's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian

Stupid questions like "Is he gon be dope again?
Have You seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?"
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch
And a bag of weed the Holy Trinity

In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life's cursed, well, mine's an obscenity

A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
A great expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you

This is my momma shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood
When I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks
Seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like
The sample that I'm rhyming with

Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid, they surprised I don't needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel, Valentine L
Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale

I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like Where the Madonna's now?
Give all glory to Gloria, they said "You raised that boy too fast
But you was raising a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us

Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire

Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Yeah, okay

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay


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