Lyrics:
airbrush-finished marionettes
Whoa oh oh oh
Would someone save our souls?
Whoa oh oh oh
This is hashtag out of control
And I know I sound hypocritical right now
But
a trigger
And I'm bout to go get me a sip in Ibiza
Chill by the pool with Shanikwa
Save up some money so I don’t go broke man I don’t wanna run up my visa
I
feet and show me your moves
Dance like you never have with something to prove
I'm wanting to hear you scream and shout
Enthralled by the music with No
bitches like whoa aye
Might run off with his hoe aye
They be on it cause we hot now
Out in Cali on rodeo with the top down
I remember she would dub me in
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
so fine she got the whole squad sweatin'
Damn, how you fit all that in them jeans?
Was the question that I asked followed by let me buy you a drink,
I don't want to lose
I don't want to lose you
I could ride around for hours in cars with you
Blasting the radio
Let's get out of here
There's
to cherish what you coulda had, finish your Sequel
I be like go, he be like no, she just a hoe buss then I go
I be like whoa, nigga just so, I'm supposed
'm lost for words
Infatuated by her beauty
And her wonderful curves
I said, bitch, I'm Dirt McGirt
Fresh out and back on the scene
And don't you ever in
Over-stand the system works to keep you down
Whoa whoa woy
Sit down young child or be slain
By the words from my mouth yah
Nuff a them a cop a dreadlock style
Whoa [x4]
[Verse 1: Robin Thicke]
Stressed out, uptight, over worked wow'd
Unleash what you got let's explore your naughty side
Follow me, where
Sleeping until noon, all I wanna do
Is lay with you (Is lay with you)
Hide out in your room, nothing else to do
But make-out with you (Make-out with
a bakery rolls yeah Kevin is shooting in a roll I hope my partner don't rogue I'm dodging these drive-bys by the poor not that many to go I've been in
foreign shit in the bunk, babe (oh-whoa)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but
yourself
You know what they say, boys dont need no help
Ima stand in the rain, cuz thats how i felt
Cant leave you alone cuz 4 u i fell
Whoa-whoa x2
My
when I was young
We were just killing time
Never wrote nothing down
We played by heart, singing whoa whoa-oh
Staring out at the crowd
Nothing hurt
you fly and
I'm tryna be ya passport
In and out of my life
Girl, you flyin'
Girl, you know you fly and
I'm tryna be ya passport
In and out of my life
backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa)
Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh)
Close that backdoor 'cause I know
Out of the night burning with light
Train shining black, I won't look back, life is running
Hoping someday someone will say, I got it made
Pull up
You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cause you a bug a boo, a bug a boo
Cameras on
Everywhere I look they’re all around me
How I’m lost?
When everything’s connected, so astounding
And I can’t seem to find out
Where to get
L2R - Bombay (written & produced by L2R)
Childish
Just touched down inna London
Straight from the junction,
L to the R in the function,
Smoke still
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Hope that things work out all right, yeah, whoa, oh, yeah
So goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Hope that things work out all right, yeah, whoa
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