Lyrics:
at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems
oh
Ooh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so
Lenox Square
I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik
'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (come on)
People from other cities used
goodnight, everything is all right
Don't want to spoil this lovely night
He gets her home by twelve o' clock
It's later than she wanted it to be
And she
Comes all the way back around
Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed
You said that you were moving on now
And maybe and I should do
started at
Momma and my auntie tryna raise men
Me and my their younger brothers were a part of that
Wasn't always sunny but we got by
Uncles shared
to party, get rowdy, get wild tonight
We're dancing and singing and drinking and feeling right
You ain't got, to go home
But yes my friend you got to go
beautiful...
But baby girl, I'm over you
Whooaaa, Whooaaa, Hmmmmm
I know you led me on from the first day
And baby you took my life by storm
But baby you knew
This girl I knows incredible, incredible
Butter pecan skin tone baby edible
I swear I wanna let her know, let her know
How I feel but I don't stand
so soon
But if you're really worryin' 'bout what I'm doin' in your backyard
Come on out later I'll show you by the light of the moon
I had some dreams
Many nights many days
Never let you slip my gaze
Running from the fear of you
But when you come on over I know what to do
I
Been looking high
steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin'
Lil Momma I love p****, but I ain't lickin'
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You
done put you through a lot
And you ain’t never break
Them times you wanted me to come home
But I ain’t want to stay
Rather be out with my niggas
Than be
could get somethin' to eat, but that's up to you
Now young blood, I know, I know ole girl broke your heart, and I know it hurts
But I see you doin' well,
the time
the shoes on my feet
and the girls that i meet
and i just want you
why don't you just come home and be with me
calling writing but not exciting
No more, nights alone
I need, you at home
No more, walkin' off
You trippin' sayin' I'm wrong
Come here, hold it down
Baby, look around
I got
Yeah
I just wanna have some fun
Get fucked up
Turn the music up
Meet a girl yesterday
She so stuck up
She like to party
Till the sun come up
Yeah
done 100 times before
But that ain’t me anymore
I wanna come back home, make things right
Let your words slide on by
Jump in my car, pull back in that
you Everything I ever wanted, I just
Wanna be wanted by you, by you, by you, by you, by You, yeah, yeah, I just wanna be wanted
By you, maybe I'm being
The definition of a soul that's just full of pain (pain)
Pray for sun everyday but it just gotta rain (so I)
Show my ass when my time come like Soul
Easy breeze I choke
My thoughts they come and go
Round about town my sound I wrote
Took high rise and flies by on empty
I Backstrap the skulls that that
someone that seems to have everything and more
And I want it all
I may be out of line and out of time but trust me when I say that you've got to be mine
My
Intrigued by the simple things (it's too simple, your too simple)
You could take the bone out the chicken
But you can't take my girls out to lunch without
And I was flying
I was floating
Till I landed on your planet
Girl I'm sorry
That we were broken
But we were chosen
By the universe don't let your
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