Lyrics:
She came to me with a heart condition. A rare for it was something missing. The more she talked I just had to listen by the way my name is Spyder I
(do do do do do do) bump
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
Ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
in
Ticking time is running out
Oh, all the things that might have been
Ticking time is running out
Watch young lovers walking by
Ticking time is
tonight
[Chink Santana]
I'm from the city where the good die young and
Niggaz strugglin, drugs smuglin, youngins and keep the slugs cuplin
Hustlin
the night, wake up by my side
Hello young lover, whoever you are
Everyone should have a hobby, don't you think
Mine is making love
You are a girl and I am
Come n march in the armies of the night
All u young lovers whos sacred & blue
Despond all the chanses u blew
Start climbing the mountains in cyanide
are the past
Pay your dues and get outta the way
'Cause we're not the way you used to be
When you were very young
We're something new
We don't
baby I love your way-ay
I think about a bright and sunny day
When I can take you so far away
I will be there for you
I will stand right by you
And I
breath, a-llow me to say
That, if you believed young lady, you wouldn't dress that way
And I, was attracted to your class, I couldn't see all yo' ass
Consensual with your love
Oh baby do you mind if
I push up on your ah
Take time slow wine
Get lost in the love
Facilitation of the lover making
Recipitation
knows
So where do we go
You know I wanna be with you
It ain't my fault that she falls for it every time
I'm just the same young brother with the same line
lovers go to die
I’ve been down and out since Thursday
And I still want you in the worst way
Might just text you on your birthday
Cause you loved me on my
your lover
[You're trippin] no, I'm serious, these are authentic
[Yeah, well I don't take hallucenogenics]
Wrong again, my man, this is way more
put an image in the frame for
The lyrics that I've written on the page
The way I'm living isn't fake
Them man wanna G check me
But can't do it to my
you turn twenty-five, you an OG, yeah
Tinted windows, tryna hide from the police
Tell me, do you wanna see a young nigga win?
I told you on Investments
All the lovers, all the mothers, And All the Brothers
Are waiting for you to take me away
Oh my lover, we spent 2 summers
Just under covers
Now I'm
Bismillah, I had a surreal moment the other day
This young lady approached me and had a conversation with me I was so inspired by it, I wrote a poem
Niggas ask me how I ride
From that 704
General McKnight
CNC
You know it
I'm a junior soldier
How do I ride
You mean how do I survive with all
Ain't other lover that can do it like my shawty
Press rewind
Thoughts of you keep running through my mind
I think I just need to take some time
Cause
Baby, I won't lie
Wouldn't mind a life
Without you by my side
Wouldn't cry if you
Left me over how I
Pick my fights
Lover in disguise
Late nights
need pussy for dinner
I need two hoes with standards
Can I live
I'm a pimp
I'm a lover when I feel
Ain't nothing left to do
Except to die or get rich
and feel if you will do
I read a book a day, like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
He said a woman does not live
By the printed
excitement and danger
and a chance for me to finally live and do my music without the
persecution I had known for so long. I hitchhiked all the way with
you as a lover now I want you as a friend
Way we driving on this straight line, I hope it won't bend
Go to send you this message man I hope this shit is
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