Lyrics:
, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Mixed with a liar
Only to hide yah
From a truth that just might break your heart
Selfish desire
Still paying for the shit that I did on my first album
So
will do so
If you truly think that I will not, then you are wrong
Because the truth is that this is more than just a song
The fact that he’s compared
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
Christina
I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin,
do anything to just chat
Just sit and talk
But this life ain't a game
There's no resets, no save points
And you're just gonna have to deal with that
and vandalism
And I'd target practice and clean my guns outside the front door
You know, posturing
It's just what poor people have to do
I don't think Noam can
the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New
always do
So I'll write another word
I'll sing another verse
And if it gets you back
Maybe I'll put it first
On this album I've
Been singing for so long
back kick off your shoes
And relax just a little bit and listen to our latest album
And if you'll like it tell us about it won't you
And we'll try to do
, when I do my love to you
When I hear you on the phone
Your sweet, sexy voice turns my ear all the way on
Just the mention of your name
Seems to drive
Intercession to break yokes
Gotta lend a helping hand
Its God's arms that I bear I'm
Commissioned to heal to the land
Architect I'm building up but it's
By Jesus
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
bird get the worms but staying late don't ever hurt uhhh
Especially if commisioned is earned
But that's just me talking right or am I talking what I
, (whatever you do!)
Just do it! Nike
Gotta bear fruit, Hi-C
I'm tryna recruit, speak truth
And do the right thing like Spike Lee
I sacrifice my life
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
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