Lyrics:
Etana, Etana
One God
Stonebwoy
Jamaica, Ghana
Diamonds and money o
Can't by my honey, oh no (yeah)
I need a man, you know
That's gonna love
own entity
They don't wanna listen when it comes to me
So I make em' hear me when I'm on the beat
I'm feeling a high they bringing it down
Lower my
bruh
Cant incriminate my self so no i aint the shotta
If a sucka want my fade then he can come get socked up
Like he is a dirty floor a nigga can get
think of you
All the things we thought about
Then, never will happen again
If I could just see you
If I had my way I'd come and get you girl
In
ho likes Wednesdays anyways?
She said 'there's not enough dance in the week
Wouldn't you say?
If I had my way'
She says 'It'd be Friday
letting my emotions ride
Touring bar to bar
Something had to stop me
Something had to make me keep it in
I'm cheered by the thought
Of so much thinking
Sad
of residuals
Clean record but how I spit it is criminal
Murder my instrumentals in ways that are unconventional
Spreading unearthly messages
Through psychedelic
Sitting by water I'm just watching the moon
Yeah, this shit seem crazy how I'm thinking bout you
You was my lil baby now you act like a fool
You
the Mercedes
Manifesting dreams if you ain’t with me just don’t be late
Floating by the moon thats my permanent estate
I just made 4 bands in an hour feel like
young
In my city where you come
You keep your fire on, yeah
I don't wanna die young
I don't wanna die young
I don't wanna die young
In my city where it
Love New Edition and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you
Because you rock my world
You come from Georgia
Where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade
don't like it, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders,
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon' Meth-Tical come and get some
Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This
the bad dream
Watch every thing burn by Laser beam
My head nosed downstream in the crash scene
Feel that breeze watch the sun set walking free
I wishing I
walking
For backing vocals
You've got my mans here DJ POSHtronaut
You're now being engulfed by the
Smooth melodies of the Cold Blooded Soul band
the racists and D-list
At your piss-fests in the West Wing bunks
Cause no celebrity will come to your party
Even Springsteen's cover band thinks you're tacky
rolling up then he better not miss me
Shooting these niggas and they gon me be six feet
I pour up a four by my lonely
Before money the bitches was on me
Friends come and go
But these guys are for life
Surely we stood the test of time
Half of my life yeah we've been on this grind
And will be 'til
Should it ever come
One day I'll go out and drive my car
Ride it on Tulsa time
We're playing every week
At a bar on the corner of the street
And the people
Mind over, Mind over, Mind over, Mind o-
Dirt on my hands, touching dirty bands
Bloody bands
Out the mud, call it muddy bands
When you're down, you
come
200 bands by myself nigha I done ran up
Yo nigha pocket bih you know that I'm the man huh
Nighas hate
Cus I be up and down the interstate
come my way
Elation
Here you come
My heart breaking
I'm in love
For you and more
Submitted by Michael Hack
lie you caught way more than my eye
I just wanna keep you here right by my side
Even through the most worst of times
I just wanna see you fuckin shine
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