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love 

Now it's no use crying or weeping 
You better lock up your soul for safe keeping 
Promise me 

The poor Prince of Wales 
He gave up his
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
(Second
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
(Second
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
(Second
the Yorkshire Dales
Or cycling tours of the North of Wales
Unenvious of those flea bitten
On continental flings

A solitary life
A life of small horizons
Dull
We on a world tour 
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand 
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon

Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and her downs
Are second nature to me now
(Second
Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered
She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from wales
He was
me glad all over honey so glad your mine

When you feel my touch by loving you too much
You're right, so nice, you're all grown up

Hey daddy, hey
will die
And only by action will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
This grown man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, I've
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference
Shawty my aim is different, DC
it tears me up to see a grown man cry

So I never go around mirrors 
I can't stand to see me without you by my side
I never go around mirrors
Well, well

Hey little boy you're not allowed to stay
You have to evolve inevitably
And I've sure come a long way

The road up ahead is so unclear
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo 
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci 
I don't wear no Timbo 
I kick it any tempo 
I'm lifted off the indo 
I'm
Oh, it tears me up to see a grown man cry

So I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me without you by my side
I never go around mirrors
talking to myself

Listening to the radio

Long, long time ago

Damn near strangled by my appetite

Ybor City on a Friday night

Couldn't even stand up
Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation,
You see, "The Queen's took a taxi herself to the station!"
Where the porters, surprised by her
nowhere 
And you can swagger like you rule this; Josey Wales 
unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails 
Give up the savage ways, be effective
It tears me up to see a grown man cry

I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me without you by my side
I never go around mirrors
'Cause I've
luck 
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck 
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl 
Throw her in a sandwich 
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
in the '80s?
Are you the motherfucker that broke in my Mercedes?

You've got to be a crack baby, turn into a grown-up
Sharp as a bowling ball,
on the roadside
Swinging from the street lights

I hope by the morning I will have grown back
By the morning I will have grown back
I'll escape with him
Show
it tears me up to see a grown man cry

So I never go around mirrors
I can't stand to see me without you by my side
No, I never go around mirrors