Lyrics:
at midnight and five times at four a.m
And then I'll start the day all over loving you again
As we grow old together we'll be rocking side by side
Our hair
never heard of
Coming a dollar short and a day late
By day nine through to day ten
You're completely surrounded by fake friends
A prison I had to escape
when you've been where iv'e been
Seen all that i've seen
you couldn't turn back, even for me im sorry
If you get where I'll be
the place im residing
out late all night next day
Come home and say she don't feel the same
Leaving you to wonder what's at stake
I'm sorry too late
That's L.A.
Shawty say
additional help, they let me know by changing their color. We also need a face 2 face conversation, preferably late in the afternoon when the day becomes
twenty-four hours
a day.)
Oh you are? Oh good, I'm glad.
(You are not glad! You hope he burns in Hell with this woman! You're not
happy. Go on, tell him!)
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
can't fuck with the 4th
5 Foot late most high in the room
Pharoah Wahyet imma pimp out the tomb
Wick been lit can't blow out the goons
No trip offset show
you’re through the door
Five – six – seven – eight
knowing love is never late
Nine – eight – seven – six
everything, yeah we can fix
five – four – three –
Never too late to back out
No be woman lappa (man controlled by woman)**
Dey go!
o ni lati lọ!
Ye-ye woman
I no want toto
Tule, tule
Ye-ye woman
I
a reply I left by the moon
Turn, turn, turn again
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind
Could you tell me
Sleep all day
Hunt 'til four
Maybe catch a couple of rodents
You know, a carnivore
Sheep in the meadow nibbling on some clover
One of those sheep
late right now
I've been by my self iv' been by my sh*t
you say you wanna quit
OK i'm fine with it
And my outfit is lit
Yeah you can't get it
So please
never go a day without stress
I get at least one death threat per week
By teens who only wanna see me weak
I relapsed again, say goodbye to my streak
All
a-achin' feet
This went on for a couple of days
(But I) But I couldn't stay away
So I claimed two, three, four
Five, six, seven flight, about eight
Every fucking day
From slumping I wake
Get that dough don't you know
I'm earning or I take
Dope flipping
Hole digging
Lick hitting
One way
Or another
Sweet lil' bih, fuck like a pornstar
Next day, act just like your road dog
Bitches askin' how you know her
Head game stupid, baby loca
Too loud,
your side
Come and meet me at the light
One, two, three, four
Drivin' through the night
Spend a quarter on my ride
Ohhhhh
I'm right by your side
Come
worlds in the same location and
One day we ended up speaking
And I would talk about college, she would talk about meetings
And how she's planning
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
the tip
Two months from now get a taste of the dish
just some waste from the dip
by my waste like the blick
Food that I'm feeding this year my nigga
is
I dont trust nobody so I dont have many friends
I was up late last night creepin through your ends
If I pour another four I'll probably crash
Feel like I'm stuck in a loop
And like my heart is the loot
Baby the robber she just went in to shoot
Is this what they call love?
Late night 4
late
Cold ass world and it keep getting colder (Brr)
December weather, the clock be late
Seasonal shit, can this be over? (Come on)
I want it over
I
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