Lyrics:
to call home
You’re at a stop sign
And you're feeling like you’re losing your mind
Damn right
There’s only one way you can go
You’ve got to lose it baby
reality
Touch me, crush me, baby
You've really got me feelin' like I'm dreamin' when it's you and me
Sinking deep into the pleasure
Perfect storm, keep
kiss every night is new
it`s more than just the roses and the walks on moonlit sand
I can tell by the way you hold me you understand
You`re the last
got to come out
Coooooome Ooooout
Come out Come out
Come out Come out
You've got to come out
I know to you it might seem like I'm really trying to hold
it girl
I can tell by the way you snap on me like a poet girl
I'm always taking your side I ain't your opponent girl
I got a big enough heart to share
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Lil Mop ridin' backseat, got the beam, it aim right at me
Fuck yo bitch inside a taxi
Money on my line, but yo bitches waste my time
I'm a nickel,
chill
Nigga this shit for real
I show you that you got a
Crib just like Uncle Phil
This shit right here we do it for the streets
DC we hold it down me
everywhere we go
But what did you expect when dumb people got smartphones?
More memes, cool, make it all a big joke
Crown your fake kings and let them sit
done made it home
Got a family to feed, and I'm grown
The good Lord made me strong, highly favored and chosen
My heart made of stone, I guess you can
head cut off
Baby walkin' around with your head cut off
Their power is fear
And it surrounds me
Their signs, you can see
One day we will wake
let me come over
Out on the street, I want to see ya baby
And if by chance you let me just hold ya
I'm down on my knee, I wanna please ya baby, I
Which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin' 'bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo' money
Than
there
I got you!
Generation XYZ wasn't really built for the scene
But you have us all believe it's the only way to be
Please spit out what you force feed
it real with you
Keep my deal with you
I'm really craving for your soul and every little part you hold
Whats the deal with you
I'm not a bill to you
I
Destiny will unfold
But Imma put it on hold
Cause first I gotta smoke one down in STB
You've always heard me say I'm home
When I'm with the tree
But I go
me I'm safe, you've got me now
Would you take the wheel
If I lose control?
If I'm lying here
Will you take me home?
Could you take care
Te quiero
Te quiero cojer, te quiero cojer
I'll let your ass have it, te quiero cojer
Te quiero cojer, oh really?
Te quiero cojer
Now you've
it
Friend, you think my mental crowded
See we got momentum, I just deal, I don't pretend
If we tryna BFAreal, it's really him
This nigga know me like I
are searching for something to find
You can come talk with me when you've got time
Pick your phone and dial up my line
Twenty four seven continue
me, I'ma kick her little monkey ass!
See you hoes got it wrong!
Think that if some nigga says he loves you he ain't strong.
Bitch you take the shit
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
let me come over
Out on the street, I want to see ya baby
And if by chance you let me just hold ya
I'm down on my knee, I wanna please ya baby, I
by power
But my Daddy Spirit holy
Yes He holy
Yes HE holds me
But He don't owe me
But I owe Him
Ya'll, I really got my Master's peace
He made me
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