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D Angelo Send It On

desire Struggling 2 see, a new Smething that I, fantasize So I'm sending Send it up Send it through Send it right back, 2 U Send it up Send it through Send it

[CHORUS] Send it up Send it through Send it right back 2 U Send it up Send it through Send it right back 2 U Your inner view to me is Something that

t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look

it out, a real word, ya' can't learn this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with

You know what I'd like to send my condonlences out To the whole Jackson family Be so real I feel Mike was one of my family members man He was one of the

Jennies tryin to hound dog But wait, they're clownin on me cause of my language I have to tell em straight up, it's called spanglish Now who's on the

out of luck, nigga This is Los Angeles, this is Los Angeles Out the belly of CA, hated by the D.A. Skatin' in a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J Everything will

West] It's on I'm packin weight like Nina Simone piano flow It's like a Michelangelo painted a portrait of Maya Angelou And gave it to a sick poet for

holla if you feel this If hurt and misery is who you chill with Mo City my hood it forever be my block Never thought I'd see the day it'd hand me over