Lyrics:
a lesson about love
Something you may have never heard of
I show you by the end of the night I'm what you need
Nah I'll be just right for ya yeah
So if you
Judging
Relapse on my chest like a text, hey are you Judging
27 tatted on my arm, hey are you Judging
How can something Dead be Alive, hey are you Judging
won't go south
Gon' cut a secret spot inside that bag call it a dope pouch
Yo brother did you how I'll do my shows, he done sold out
If I don't profit by
to be a real race driver
But life goes by and oh so many times
theres more chance to become more like a trucker
NortH and West, South to East
Following
night, go ahead and grab your best friends, baby
Y'all know what time it is
Ayo, Dre, I'ma need you to do something for me, baby
Turn up for the ladies
They say you don't miss nothing 'till it's so gone
Didn't know the feeling really would be this strong
You tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen
The demons got the better of you
That's what demons do
The demons can't destroy, nothing can
Destroy the soul or rise above the lightning
She's cute but fierce with a soul purpose
She never understands that
She deserves this
She's begging for something you can't run from
She was begging
I can't breathe, I get a little bit
It just hurts, I get so brittled by it
I'll hold off, I'll get remittal from the
I'll sequester for a little more
dissatisfaction spreads
Could we get a better end?
Nothing to it, friend!
Got nothing to lose
We gotta have a shortened fuse
World around get what we need
By
day
The bitches pray
That they'll be safe
But nobody look out for them
I cannot do nun'
I stumble right by 'em
As something pulls them from the shadows
pay
From crawling through these boring old days
Where the joy has been long since away
Been hauling myself to the next day by
Longing for when I can
head back, now finish the cup
[Chorus]
[D-Roc]
285 sip 75, 75, south on 75 to the turnpike (x2)
[Kaine]
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom (x2)
Just
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
slipping then you outta luck
Just like you pay yo taxes nigga betta pay yo dues right now
I ain't worried bout nothing just gotta finish school
Them hot
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
that rearview
The fire in that sunset
Burns like it did the night we met
You know how it is when something's new
Hangin' on to that feeling's all
something in my soul, whispering come on let's go bro
I've been walking by faith for a minute now
I've been dreaming bout a future that make me go wow
Maybe
Turned into all these
Bulletin boarded people
Could barely afford but equal
To nothing now here’s the sequel
Then blackness became the steeple and
Rappers
Crazy little child never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Had him put away, nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit
Aw
gotta get away, come on baby, go on way down south!"
She said, she said, she said, she said.
She said: "You got nothing left, you ain't a man no
that we need is a little loving
L O V E give me, give me something
All that we need is a little loving
A little's more than enough
Cause there's nothing
had nothing quite this much from anybody else
I made it by myself I didn't need anybody else
cnd if she need some help she won't call anybody else
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