Lyrics:
gimme that one more time
Don't you know we hold it, hold it (Ashes)
Uh, mon bra yɛn jerki
Style aa, me de m'amo no menim sɛ mo checki
No gunshot but still
don't drank the same
Bills on my head like I'm Buffalo, Fuck it tho
Payday tomorrow I stack me a hunnid mo
dollars in the dream fund, catch me outside
and just turns over
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things
Oh could that still
like candy land
Paper angels hand in hand
Bring out the marching band
It's Christmas coming home
Sitting by the fire burning
Listening to children
me up kuz I couldn't fold
-Came home and got back to it now I get it by the load
-When they took my nigga Treefah man I swear crush my soul
-Now I cant
Feel my fingers slip by
I know what it’s like to hold this moment in time
Like a snake it slithers
Undulating past
I can feel the coils slowly
to calm this traffic
I'm catching all these bad habits
Like it's over
Lately I've been feelin' like
Helping hands been Stuck in flight
Don't feel like I'm
roof, oof!
Rims so big they leave dents in the highway
My good girl ride wit me
She take over the wheel everytime I pull over to piss
She shake it up
how I could help
I don't remember that next morning
Scared, you love me less and less
Insecure
Instead of trying to find something, it's over
You no
when we were
Mm-mm
We were gonna make it, weren't we, baby?
Had it all laid out in our mind
By the time we knew time was runnin' out
We done run
me you love.
And I feel it in my soul,
It's like you're always with me on the road.
Phone in my hand while I listen to you moan,
And everybody in
whoever
I’m just trynna get dough
Run it up and get it mo
Cuz I refuse to be broke
Balling hard on my own
I know I’m young but I’m grown
Please watch yo
means doin it over again
Originally inspired
By the dreary and the tired
It's time to rise and grabbin the reins
Filling in the gaps
With these old
loved by you
Now I'm stuck by you
And I'm gone ride til the wheels fall off for the rest of my life
Drop them bands all over you baby
Rub my hands all
I'm feelin my sin
My sorrows will leave by the end of the week
I guess we'll see where I'll go, where will I be
Right hand on my phone, left hand on my
on our hands and not much else on
Wine in the bottle by the bed is all gone
Whatever we were drinking, whatever song was playing
Whatever I was saying it
so cold.
Whoa
Yeah
Ooh
Lemme talk to ya,
Cold winter nights
By myself
Blankets just won't do.
I need your help.
Cause I don't wanna miss the way your
played the field
Put me at cornerback
TRAP jumping check his cardiac
By any means I need all of that
You ain't never put no work in
Pull up on you and it's
cause you made it cause cause really getting paid
Sometimes you get a life and other times you just might lose it
Over something stupid
Yeah, wrapped
frustrated I would write
Scotty said it's tight
Scotty was my right hand man from the jump
Leave at lunch
Skippin' 5th 6th and 7th to record
Piece of junk old
secrets have not been revealed
its over now and i think if we both try it can be revealed
but if not, i aint trippin hear
im still ya nigga, if you ever
money
I just go do it for money ya ya
I just go do it for money I just go do it for bands Blue faces
All in my hands stacking as fast as i can See them
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
hands to the bone
Just to ask myself what it's all for
When you work to pay bills
There's no thrills, yeah
And still I keep on cause I know that
And no
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