Lyrics:
(ooh)
Hold him close breathe the smell of his skin
Preserving every little thing
How can she ever begin to move on?
Sunday mornings getting the groove
are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king
Then he looked at me slowly and Hen had to grin
He said, man you out early, we thought you got
pay
Yeah-e-yeah
A little bit of crazy there
She will be my lady if she don't look away, she will see my shady stare
Trying to hold your brain
by habit
Uh yeah
God Blessed me with talent
You don’t want no static
Get hit wit this matic
They thought it was magic
I’m upping my status
‘Cuz I gotta
and by that I mean defense
Passing me the ball, and I tell them go long
Like the week is
Handle of Patron and its on for the weekend
That's the only bar
crowds, huge sums of money, spectacular accidents and shocking scandals
The love for her husband is deep
She would often do things for her husband
crowds, huge sums of money, spectacular accidents and shocking scandals
The love for her husband is deep
She would often do things for her husband
crowds, huge sums of money, spectacular accidents and shocking scandals
The love for her husband is deep
She would often do things for her husband
the moment
I laid eyes on you
My pulse is rushing
My head is reeling
My face is flushing
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame
Does it have
And when he had stepped closer
She whispered in his ear
That every man
Is born you see
Beneath the sword
Damocles
For young and old
Are all
every number from every woman passing me by
She's fly, black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you
I did it today, I made myself say
And I take back my tears, my sight, my love
No more does your magic work, on my heart
No more will your words ever
And eradicate it all with you electric neon essence
And infectious little laugh, you know the thing I am most proud to do
Is coax a precious, perfect giggle out
eight
'cause every little dollar counts
Makin' my grit's
And tryin' to get my mail on so fuck a cop
He'll get dropped if he steps wrong
I'm the bad guy,
to land in orbit
Xanax and Loritabs numb the pain
This is real life, motherfuck Hunger Games
Homie I done did and seen a ton of things
This is Rittz
your baby in silence
Piece by piece by day by week
Until she is empty
Tell no one
For if she does, they will ask how far along?
Determining the length
lives
But I still feel 'em sting
There's a new voice in my head
And all she does is sing
It's a haunting melody
But it's starting to grow wings
I know
lies
Pretty little liespretty little lies
I HAVE BLUE EYES
And I don't care if you see them cry
Cause the grass is always greener on the other side
cosmic drip
Brand new Emeralds: you seeing the bling
Got people in my Shadow
Tryna control the Chaos I bring
Let this B sting
Now they're charmy: both
selfish, got
Ol' lady comin' on Monday
Her crazy ass is back Wednesday
Tuesday's for me to rest
Thursday I'm with she, again
Friday I'm with she
things you can't take back
God does but I don't forgive
Mhh hmm hm
Who you flexin on baby
She a clouted up baby
Doing me wrong
Doing me wrong
Don't you
You can call me when me whenever you want to
& I'll always be around
And she's witchy woman
Plays with magic in the Midnight hour
She's cold
You can call me when me whenever you want to
& I'll always be around
And she's witchy woman
Plays with magic in the Midnight hour
She's cold
working weekends in the city
Trying to take you out girl, hope you're not too busy
And if there's nothing wrong
Got this little song for you to get ready
_ "Every Little Thing")
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