Lyrics:
that beat Well let me be Your guiding light Through the roaring night You got me fumbling And mumbling my words Let my feet do the work Fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
remember you on my left, on my left Any minute now I'm letting out the hour fumbling, fumbling Fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
feet Swam in the deep end ran thru the heat In too deep we ain't fumbling In too deep we ain't fumbling Eyes on the prize Still thank God I could stand
Hovering Hovering, hovering, hovering You always said that we'd make it through Troubling, stumbling, fumbling For the words to say that I'm leaving
nothing (make it out) When it come to that bag, I ain't fumbling (I ain't fumbling) When it come to that war, I ain't running (I ain't running) Keep that
(Stick talk stick walk yall know what's going on) (Shoutout to ma dukes this right here is just for you) Ain't no fumbling I'm tied up in this shit
on camera, Physical Digital too Used to live for this I'm too big for this I'm a different dude I ain't dealing wit you I get the bag never fumbling Starting
know There ain't no place like home I wanna go back home I hate the world we know Mind fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling I wonder if, wonder
to live Rupturing the same heart I'm fumbling to give A lotta friends I lost That's a lot of missing limbs A lot of punctured organs And a lot of broken
Ay wow Tell me if you want it like I want it Ain't no room for fumbling in my space Calling, calling tryna get my mind right Tell me if you want it
of neglect Nighttime to perfect Morning to interpret and evening for fumbling fumbling fumbling Stoners with boners Wall flowers and loners Booknerds
It's a binding feat, acceptance will catch on eventually Catch on eventually Contemplate the very thing that leaves you fumbling With every thought
guess I'm the topic of discussion See these haters always chirping Getting money, there's no fumbling What? Stop the bitching, stop the crying Aye, see
Lately I been wondering and pondering then rumbling is it happening for nothing I been fumbling and failing then falling it's all been so humbling
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give
tongue i found you out replaced the bone with a crown and on and on and on Inebriated roar remembering if only barely the fumbling fumbling
fumbling, fumbling Taking over all My reverie stumbling, stumbling, tumbling, fumbling Evolution of a man and his music The air fill of harmonic
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