Lyrics:
hesitate to bust my shit
I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick"
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (uh-uh)
Before I fall in love,
dream of holing you all night
and holing you seem try
perhaps that's my reality
met you by surprise i didn't realize
that'my life would change forever
of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality
Met you by surprise
I didn't realize
That my love would change forever
Tell me
and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout
Village shittin' on niggas in time out
When im feeling this all that i rhyme 'bout
Me and Kembe grindin' in the grind house
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
believe that you're in love with me.
Skies are gray. I'm blue each day
When you are not around.
Ev'ry thing goes wrong, my dear I've found
But when
You'll just never do it
And these are the blues of time
And the blues of a woman
And a man thinkin' of her
As time goes by
There is nothin' I can do
Milk it for all it's worth
Make sure you get them first
The apple of your eye
The rotten core inside
We are all prisoners
Things couldn't get
Milk it for all it's worth
Make sure you get them first
The apple of your eye
The rotten core inside
We are all prisoners
Things couldn't get
You will get hit by my Creshendo
You can't keep up with my Tempo
I will not leave you in Limbo
You know that you can't keep up with my tempo
You
so many things I haven't said
That I think of when I'm on my own
But do you think it will be gone
When we are old?
All the little things will never
Glory, glory to Jesus
What a wonderful Lord You are
Glory, glory to You
May Your Name be praised by all in this world
In this world where problems
With all the things I didn't say to you
Before you moved across the country
And from the burning building where I lay
As I watch the stars become
you're fucked up,
Yeah, I'm fucking her too!
We should get them bands up
Get all the woes calling.
Pumped up in there all this
Could add some extra
in!
Mannie: Get you a dime, that's how you do the damn thing friend...
Lac: If your diamonds ain't shining up, then put that shit up!
Mannie:
But this kind of ride comes without them
I want you to think of me sitting and singing beside you
I wish we could meet all the people behind us in
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