Lyrics:
I feel like you just don’t know
All those nights I cried alone
I feel like you can’t forgive
A version of myself that no longer exists
But that’s
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
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If
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
gurl (gurl), I got it 4ya,
Keep callin mi, callin me, callin mmmeeeee, (hey yeah)
I got this gurl from by the name of rose,
She fine, man she makes
hood wearin' timbs and jeans
Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens
I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers
Ain't nuttin' new
from my hood,
wearin timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
ain't
story, baby, you're the key.
[Chorus]
You, you bring out the best version of me,
With your love, I feel so free.
I'm on top of the world when you're by my
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
to let go
I need an upgrade (An upgrade)
To life, version, revision, version, vision
2.0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0
Day after day, time goes by
Year after year,
is heavy
New strain flow I suppose for serenity
You say goat
Scapegoat of the century
This is my escape, a magician by the way
I just sent a song
Democracy in Brazil has always been the interstice between one and another Dictatorship. The Fascist Coup of 2016 undeniably marks a new break in
the room dimmer
Playing our favorite love song by Boyz II Men
I'm imagining every single scene
Like a movie, I can see it on the screen
Let me take you
standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
the blcok
and I'll have ya back by 12 O' clock
they seemed in it believed in me
it's gonna be old
all night long from 8 to 12 in the backseat of a Volv
(69
paper, Like new Page
Game
I'm heart, I'm art, like tusche
Aye
Tryna be black version of bruce wayne
Aye
I'm nice but inna mean time
Count up my stack
diese in my lap
And I'm the same young nigga
Put the Tre on the map
We ain't have shit to drink
I was raised off tap
Pussy be wet by a wink
And a smile
to myself
I got new rules, I count 'em
I gotta tell them to myself
Practice makes perfect, I'm still tryna learn it by heart (I got new rules, I count 'em)
dark and stormy night
No
No
Stop
Stop
Uh
Yo it's like four in the god damn morning man you straight
I had another nightmare
With him
Ah shit man
Still
I was kind, I was warm, I was patient
All the nights that you cried when you're wasted
Hold your hand, rub your chest when you're anxious
Helped
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
to nuttin' to break chains over you
Yeah your spittin' but I break out you
Now, shame, your lookin' at my rent house people,
Boyz it's somethin' that
don't run
All kinds of police
Swooping up at the spot
But I already busted a ghost
With the quickness out the block
Bow down
To the ghetto boyz
Putting in
On one late night, I had made a nice amount
More than two weeks pay, playing with the new accounts
So I rose like a petal, fuck pops, I run with thugs
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