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No Angels Be My Man The Plan

wanna do Won't you tell me what's your plan Just be strong enough if you can if you can Tell me watcha gonna do Don't you want to be my man Just be strong

I hold back on addressin the lane Because they becoming obsessed with my name I'm tranna clean up my mess and explain And boy you know my progression insane My

a brand new plan I'm gonna start a little church down at the Stumble Inn Yea that's right I'm gonna start my own religion We'll be drinkin' and dancin

alone, no holding hands Just wishing somebody could understand No father figure, taught myself to be a man Mama said keep God in all your plans Let the

R Kelly:] sounds like the perfect plan, we're seconds away from love land all you gotta do is take my hand, now tell me baby who's your man [Nivea:] you

s my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many plans change

the dirt, from shots flurry Laying with bugs under my shirt, I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'ma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my

King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo) My three dimensional fade is clean cut Method Man Man, ya niggas

"Am I a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized