Lyrics:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
the best things (all the best things)
Are there for you
It's always best to be grateful
And seek humility (uh huh)
That's why people spend a lifetime
Just
walk the carpet with the boy you need to keep back
Weren't there when we started, where the team at?
Always by my side that's where my G's at
Lately I
of my fantasy
But I’m infected with all the things I hate
I take the law in my hands:
Expect no mercy, it’s too late
You are a shining example
of my fantasy
But I’m infected with all the things I hate
I take the law in my hands:
Expect no mercy, it’s too late
You are a shining example
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
Hair flowing like Solomon
You know its pussy that I'm following
These Birds be sexy I want all of it
Burdens that you carry like an alderman
Still
I’m blacked by the things that I’m conveying
When I walk into the party all the shawtys misbehaving
Gmilly on the beat harmonic
Now I got some homies
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
caravan
Everyone said he was best by far
He played in Paris and Berlin
In London when the fog rolled in
You could hear him strumming through the night
Some
Ya
Buddah
Feeling the peace 'cause he Buddha but this Buddah feelings is all in his bag
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Momma told me shut
north to Irving park
Lined with coffee shops and bars
We used to drive by every night on the way from your place to mine
I walk north towards Sunnyside
to see you tonight
Get ready for all sins
Don't Forget
You are changing
I can see that into your eyes
F**king small things
But we like them
Now promise
Dem can't do it at all, no, dem ina dead man zone
You a do your thing and me a do mine
I a chant and sing you a do crime
Chanting pages of reality
things like this radio
I done talk to you a
Bunch of mothafuckin' times y'all
Mothafucka's is behind the times
Cause guess what? The
Saint Pablo tour is
got to get it
Everyday you know that I got to spit it
Alpha-Omega, I talk to the infinite
Hasta-Luego to all of the minions
Filet Mignon oh the Father
the islands to the USA
It don’t matter where I’m at all my wages paid
You transformed me, I’m at my Optimus prime
You left and the sent your spirit that’s
When I'm in Berlin you're off to London
When I'm in New York you're doing Rome
All those crazy nights we spend together
As voices on the phone
me properly you pricks should never fuck with me
Shit you are hearing honesty yeah I say things as they are
Put a filter on my mouth though when I saw
by (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
To get by (yeah, ay)
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For
You gotta do it by yourself
You gotta change by yourself
There are things that
I don't like about you
But I can't tell you
I know how this should be
lights
We'll be lost
Seen from a certain perspective It's all so confusing
I remember things and It can never return as it was
If we are alone in
I'll do it myself
Berlin Weekend, put it all in my head again
Back in town, sit down and all my plants are dead again
Yeah, it's just too much fun
the H know she shake like Hakeem
Had to switch up the plan
She tell all her girls I'm the man
She want a title I'm like girl what you mean
Michael Scott
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