Lyrics:
all that I need to get by
(You're all that I need to get by)
You're all that I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
the blicky
He insane, let it go if you iffy
Finger itchy, he dyin' to scratch it
Need the pack, then we flyin' to grab it
Got your dame in the coupe and she
of America
Keep open lines of communication in your family always
Do not keep family secrets
Secrets are the poison of families
Any secret will poison a family
a-rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called the freak
And when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat,
Reast a little while
but surrounded by some poison
But you gods son selected therefore you was chosen
We just trynna get rich so we could go do shit
Put the money where we
aura by dancing with the light
And sometimes it's difficult to stay quiet
I fight it, each time I find myself walking across your eyelids
Wishin'
a second
Let me think
Why you mad at us
Dojo rad as fuck
Nigga you ain't rad enough
Pick your poison
Either way we die
Gon and live your choices
that I can't put a finger on it
Nobody bet not put a finger on you
You single but your faithful to me
You do things that damn near make me believe
Sorry
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp
That's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Yah! I'm strapped up,
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
explain the pain I felt in my chest
I'd never been so heartsick, the blame was all on myself
We all let it ride, I saw you from time to time
Like walking
I think I know what I gotta do now
Block your number,
Make a move, won't let you choose how
Seeds of doubt unplanted
You take me for granted
Chances
Just like a ball of fire
Now listen to me baby just let your finger do the walking'
Let Chef do the talking' and the loving'
You see I'm a backdoor
turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let them guns blam, bow
Let
I am the poison you let inside your veins
Coursing through your fingers
Things will never be the same
Every second, every hour, lost inside my head
what you can do as a light
Then you find a body
To live in
To see the universe with eyes
To touch everything with the tip of your fingers
To listen
Point at Drostdy hof
If I have to pick my poison
Too stressed out to dos
I was all out in the open
Said she loves me now
It's been like 2 years
heart
And if by chance you're not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone
I gotta cross my fingers and pray you'll know
To dial my heart
when they see me
They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up
Let's get it on!
[chorus]x2
Untouchables at your door
(Let's get it on)
All
poison
What's the shit that got you level
Running out of time on your bezel
Why you gotta freak about the things that you can't do
You can feel
pull that out
Okay there's a little poison on my fingers
Don't worry I've done this before
I'm a trained professional
Don't ever do that at home
I'm
a damn about anything but partying, on the dance floor through it all
Don't poison me and us
Clean yourself by your own
Your beat is so narrow, keep it in
the moral go by
While you were soaking in the product placement
Where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those
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