Holes in the ceiling, holes in our roof.
Hope that we had got it made now gone in a poof.
When it gonna be turn in the tide?
When we gonna see we got god on our side.
Quail and dumplings, now to the end.
God and her minions as our bosom friends.
We got empty tummies, but won't always be.
One day it's gonna be quail and dumpings for we.
Too big our slippers and too small out bed.
Too bent our bosom, and too broke our head.
We must hit the bottom in order to rise.
Find peace in a hovel to find home in the sky.
Quail and dumplings, now to the end.
God and her minions as our bosom friends.
We got empty tummies, but won't always be.
One day it's gonna be quail and dumpings for we.
What are we eating, and why aint it grand?
Aint i a woman, ain't you a man.
Why wait for someday, whay make a plan?
Fuck birds in bushes.
Let's take em in hand
.weather aint judgment and money aint love
The crimes of a criminal aint dealt from above.
I'll hold your hand and we'll say it's enough.
Satisfied minds and clean hearts with clean tongues.
Quail and dumplings, now to the end.
God and her minions as our bosom friends.
We got empty tummies, but won't always be.
One day it's gonna be quail and dumpings for we.