Lyrics:
There's a lot of things
Girl, you could buy for me
But they wouldn't mean as much
As you standing by that tree
Just put a ribbon in your hair
Darlin'
it
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
Love is hard to find
So if you really want it
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
(Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...) --> The J.B.'s
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I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
malfunctions)
Bitch, I get money, can tell by my clothes (can tell by my clothes)
She a baddie, come follow instructions (follow instructions)
I'll go to hell
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
With a baby in her hand
By an old street light
Near a garbage can
She puts the kid away, she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life and what she's done
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
You said she asked if you knew where she could get
Some old boxes
'Cause she was going to pack up everything she owned
Where the closest you-Haul
a dangerous fashion
Them boxes came to my crib with my name on a package
Mama, I made it, rose petals and gold Chevelles
Ask the team, we all cop gold bezels
sale)
And now they're takin' them out of their boxes
(Yeah)
And puttin' them all up into our Faces
(Let's go)
Dear Sister, ate Lettuce,
here in plain sight (I I I I, I I I I)
I can hear them whisper as we pass by (I I I I, I I I I)
It's a bad sign, bad sign (I I)
Something happens when
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
Till your remains is in a urn on top
be together
Anywhere you are is fine by me
Well now, I don't need to wrap up boxes
Or put lights on a tree
All I want is you right here beside me
her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I
The devil's inside of you
It might be contagious
It might change the plan
Get back in your tiny boxes
Even if you can't
We say you can
Join
mystery companion
I know that you don't want to be
Out here forever on this road
Or live among the boxes
Where all my past lives have been stowed
out here in plain sight (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
I can hear them whisper as we pass by (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
It's a bad sign, bad sign (I, I)
Something
Every time I close my eyes
Every time I’ve got to laugh so I don’t cry
Every year I’m building stone by stone by stone
Every fear I laugh off, except
limited, we are straight limitless
We don't deserve to be put in those boxes
So Im gonna walk to that line and ill cross it
Don't need to be approved by
trickin' on some pussy, get you stuck up (mm-hmm)
Look at my smile, look at my style, I drive these bitches wild (You know it)
You say you smoke dope by
pour that lean by the gallon gallon
I got some rings and they metal yellow
Put 25 bitches in Margiela
My heart in the ghetto, it's permanent
I'm stuck in
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