Lyrics:
My hearts wide, Our hearts wide, hearts wide
Straight love, straight heart, want change
Then start,Cold shower in the morning
Get the protein, get it
could go catch a flight
A Weeknd trip to paradise it's me and her in the night
I, enter the grey matter, brain fluid and flow thru it
Am, on another level
just growing in power
Work salary, get paid by the hour
We move discreet, strictly for ours
We don't do peace, no love for cowards
I went elite, level up
at the level of your eyes!
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?
That fate, which condemns
to level up
We went global this year
We had to level up
Anybody ever owed us had to settle up
We be in that field for real you just a heckler
I just jugged
and let it go
Hatters they follow me, but they no wan gree let me go
I feel in love with music, turn beat into my hoe, producer call me mensuration because
go chase dreams
Elevate and I'm still with the same team, yeah
All my levels are straight out the roof
When I go off you can tell by the view
Presence
Della whats up with it
Why you crying in the club
Its cause the kids on his
Third album and I swear he's still in
Love
If I feel too low would you say
Right under em' Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, I'm in love with Anina
Chuck
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
You came and gave everything, so why throw it away
We both know that love ain't a game, but there's levels to everything
Every stage, all the up
They don't like me on my shit the love was temporary
Villain on New Years I be the hero by February
Like I'm celibate tell me who really fuckin' wit'
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
southern niggas in these streets
Yeah I'm candy flipper, you can have a picture
While I pose like a playa, by the candy with ya
Koopa never have no time,
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
16th level baby its the top floor
Said i wouldn't find nobody like you but i got more
I'm in a room full of ten bad bitches they not whores
Only be
Chuuuwe!
Aye yo I spit for the fam and folk in the hood
Who seen enough to know better
All my niggas who just tryna get they shit together
Women
I want to make love to the violence the wild is
A great place to find where You'll be hiding
Why would you ever disobey a tyrant
Such a childish
special and such wonderful singer ever
I love how you say about love in this song
(Can't believe you were lip singing)
My super queen, Shania Twain
My
hell, we in hell
We in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in hell, we in
My niggas praising melanin by making all these songs
But we get locked up for
Hazel
M'bout Hazel
M'bout Hazel
Mmmm... by the Bay!
My love charts your beauty in motion 'til the day's through
'Cause your heart's the gem of the ocean
man
Went from gettin' close to the gang
To sipping champagne on a plane
Do what you love in life and never second guess it
Even when haters protest
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