Lyrics:
of His Love
I hope you don't mind cause I
Gonna say in French tonight
Just to remember few things
That's okay? shows
I was made for loving him, ooh yeah!
Give me sunshine, on the radio
A morning for a new beginning
Sit in silence in the sunset
Give me masquerade
Not what i used to know
Thoses littles
require me avoiding all the blame
All the things
That I do to maintain
My enemies ain't gang gang
Lot of them just sayin things
Lot of them just waking up
You gotta sit back and count your blessings
You gotta name them one by one
Baby, you can't take the credit
For anything that God has done
I don't
ciiiii
What are you cooking ?
Who are you?
Sheymii dey4u
Toyin tomato
Let me be your Romeo,
(ahn ahn ahnn)
By now you should know
I will never
on this Earth
I would have walked at five months
Be speaking by six
I wouldn't have wasted time because as soon
As you're born you begin to die
I would have
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
why we in this shit
Remind me why we in this shit
Cause we ain't on no pile of shit
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live and I die by
And I know that's how I get paid
But it's not really how I wanna get laid, so
Hundred forty when I last got weighed
And I'm gonna lose more by Saturday
Mmm
Lately it's 7:30
I was still dreaming of you
Wake up by the sound of that pouring rain
Cool breeze swiftly creeping my window
Thinking but
on a daily o
Sister no fit fuck with any brother wey dey hungry o
She say don't play with my money o
If I give you chop, make you no talk my p for radio
She no
Hey Ooh
What's the first thing Ima do when I blow
I got 'bout two hundred ideas
That I ain't even told my bro
I'm tryna spell my momma name
With all my
Amsterdam
Just came to do my thing yeah
I just came to do my thing
Yo yo I'm getting cheeky on the radio
Monday I played the show
Live on air Eeny meeny miny
opened at a quarter to ten it was the same old thing all over again
I was doin bad my future was bleek
I'd rather play games than eat or sleep until one
a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
to lose
But yet so little to prove
I'm looking at you
The way you looking at me
Those the simplest things
That make an exotic bloom
Every time when I'm by
love, but not right now
The things I wanna say but I don't know how
Your things are in the attic can I throw them out?
The weight up on my shoulders can
knees, begging
Chorus
I wish you were by my side
Flying down the road
Listenin to the radio
I can hear your voice
With our hands out in the wind
You
forgot about the whole
Beyonce thing right? Okay cool is it OK now?
Remind me why we in this shit -
Nigga I'mma make my music from my heart
And I live
put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
One hundred
I need you by my side You are my faithful light
I need you by my side You are my faithful light
Let's hit the skating ring After we skate, I love
killed the radio star
I got the talking blues
Talking blues is easy to do
All you gotta do is rhyme a line or two
Rhyme a line or two and then
You
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