Lyrics:
the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
The eagle flies on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM
And march down the street
With a roll of party cash
to make a nigga realize?
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I can't run from it
Baby you my favorite
Why do you be asking me questions
to make a nigga realize?
How do I explain it?
Every time I try to say no, I can't run from it
Baby you my favorite
Why do you be asking me questions
together
There ain't a place I'd rather be instead of
Groovin', have mercy on a crowded avenue
Don't you know that we're doing, ah baby
Anything we'd
baby, feel the wind in our hair
We were too young to know better and to cool to care
All I wanted was you by my side, baby, you're only along for
Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price you've got to pay
Trust in me,
by that I don't think of you
After all this time you're still with me it's true
Somehow you remain, locked so deep inside
Baby, baby, oh baby
Not
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
Well she walks like you in so many ways
It's a different look
It's a different time of day
One look in her eyes
How can I make you understand
Printz Board on the beat
Y'all ready
Los
Hey
Ay
Bash
Show 'em how it is, mayne
Baby doll, I love it all
You know I love it all
I love
cause it's okay
Baby girl do say a thang fuck all that talk n PSA
She might let me hit it one more time
Got chu walking tippy toe don't make a sound
by my side
When I'm asleep, I always dream
That you and me were doing our own thang
So is it hard for you to stop by my way
And watch a little TV,
Wish I woulda known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined
a real good time
It's nice of you to check up on me
Just to see how I was getting along
But I had already gotten over it baby
Before you were even gone
But girl I'd race a mile for you
Just to get back in time
For my peek-a-boo rendezvous
Well baby maby it's the way
You wear you're blue jeans so
the past
But I'm done with playing games, done with doing me
Done with the same old same,
I'm giving my all
This time I won't let you pass me by
So baby, if
My god the years have passed me by
Where was I hiding
I've been around the world for some time
It's oblivious now
The morning sun is in my
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
so tight
I can't put my finger on
What you're doing right
Yeah, yeah, there's something
Bout you, baby ,I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something
so tight
I can't put my finger on
What you're doing right
Yeah, yeah, there's something
Bout you, baby ,I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something
done
And I'll be lucky if I can find
One true love in my lifetime
Lord, I'll be doing just fine
I've been hurt in love three times
Once as a baby (Once
together
There ain't a place I'd rather be instead of
Groovin', have mercy on a crowded avenue
Don't you know that we're doing, ah baby
Anything we'd
ride
On a wave so free, just you and me
Coming alive
Feels so good just to watching the world going by
Doing my thing out here, vibing and riding my
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