Lyrics:
is hard to come by
The Patrón, own, let’s go get it on
The zone, own, yes I’m in the zone
Is it two, three, leave a good tip
I’ma blow all my money
These flowers don't grow here no more
Our climate changed it and our footprint drained it
You been gone for a hot minute
I know things look a little
love me
You wouldn't leave me alone
But no, you not answering your phone
My song is your ring tone
Your caller tune is a song by Bruno
If our chapter is
fly no more
Johnny don't fly no more
No more
All the folks are passing by him
Afraid to look him in the eye
Dropping dollars on the pavement
So he can
tell me why you had to say no
By the end of the year having sold out shows
Its more to life then all the money and the hoes
Now i got to go and sing
Black lace, strip down
Stiletto, heel to the ground
Soft face, hard kiss
This body craves a little more
Push that pleasure in the back sometime
Push
Yea...
I received your call
I saw your text
Why can't you be
Involved more
Like all the rest
Of the fathers
I'm constantly bothered
By all their questions
just best left alone
As if I were to pluck one out of the sky
Then nothing more could ever be found
We're frozen by the carousel
She's smiling, watching
when you can hustle some more
Remember it being lit chilling at Grandmas in Brooklyn
It was nothing to hear gunshots outside firing
Mama taught how
life
Found a different guy that makes her happier than I
Guess I should held her little tight more
Should've saw the signs we always had reasons to fight
The more you stop and stay, the more you wanna go
And breathing gets a little heavier
And when you go for air, it's not enough
Your heart is pumping faster,
down
Turn me up, don't turn me down
I got, I gotta slow it down
Okay, okay
In the heart of LA, there's a lost little girl
With a head full of curls
Never let it go
Imma chill at home to feel right
Need a little smoke just to
Get a bit of dome and I feel right
Never let it go
Imma chill at home
birthday
I finna hit it til that pussy no longer working
Sometimes I need you more than you could ever know
I could use a little sugar momma
Put it
will certainly be free
And together though were frightened
Though I feel a little scared
How perfect it seems
I can't help it you conquered
My heart
clear
Even with the scars you been tryna hide
There’s something bout the way I don’t have to try
Yeah it’s gonna take just a little time
Just
He said crickets catch more brim
But worms catch more bass
And it really ain't them brand new shoes
That make you run so fast
He said you better
like a sock
Every time they try 2 clock u
Tick more than they tock
Push I push
Don't let them pull u down, yeah
Push I push
Until u get 2 higher ground
don't dream, do it
See, we got to be a little more careful
It's getting unbearable
This shit is so terrible
Now take a look in the mirror
It seems like
hand, by your very first owner
Quiet World War One, aviation pilot
I tried to save you but the German Shepherd seemed more important
Paradise is very
trust no cops
Driving around with two mitts in my socks
Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is
When you play by the rules of the world
The world will rule you!
When you play by the rules of the divine
You will rule the world
Bring back
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
But don't forget to remember me
Tonight I find myself kneelin' by the bed
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