Lyrics:
trying to make you think twice
About the direction you’re in, it’s not very nice
And if you lead by example, you’re number one
This is more fun than trying
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
up, you're over us
Cause I think I might do anything for you
If you just let me
If you just let me
If you just let me
Yeah
Aye
Yeah, what it could've
on these high heel shoes.
"Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker"?
Do they think we're idiots? But I bought 'em.
Now I'm standing in a subway car.
I ride
arm--It's on
I party like a rap star, baby the facts are
The third time's a charm
So meet me by the Eiffel Tour
Bring a bottle of Dom
[Cee-Lo]
I am
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
It's always you-oh, uh
It's only you
It's only you
It's always you
(It's not my imagination, it's just got, ah)
(So, you're being led by
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
on the vine
When did I become the bad guy
We're ancient shells, hollow within
Our roots grow well, just not enough
This construction, reduced by hell
Breach
could feel the shift in the atmosphere
Right now there's no where that I'd rather be than right here
No where I'd rather be nowhere I'd rather be
Even
You found me in my darkest place
but it’s all about to change
simply by the mention of your name
The shift in the atmosphere
the evidence it’s
to a dark age, unthinkable past
A fulminant plague creates a final event of mass extinction
Humans try to fight, but we're all embraced by a strong
more coverage, than a Manitoba blizzard
Zombie shambles over fissures random housing wizards
Moused his pupil by the gizzard
Memento mori meant his
we're doomed
So I got me some money bought a hot air balloon
And I am leaving real soon
Gonna hold on to the lever till I reach the Moon
See I ain't got
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
your heart you're divine
Go with the middle path nigga that's mine
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child of God
Mesmerized by the twinkle in
Lost in the dark
You were high like a shooting star
I went to the moon
And I wanted to show you
Hey by the way
You took me down like a tidal
the atmosphere.
We'll get so high up the whole world will disappear.
I wanna take you away, what do you say?
While tomorrow's memories are ours to make.
Don't
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
I wasn’t gonna do this, but you’re a fuckin bitch, bitch
When your friends become your haters
Fuckin weird pedo-beard
Shave that weird patchy hair
atmosphere
the singular, raised by heats and wet
Seems a while
since I could smile the way you do...
oh-OH!
What can anyone mean to you
standing in
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for
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