Lyrics:
come home that often
Tell her I was busy, New York City, Apple awesome
Strawberry Abita, take a drink for those who lost me
I'm just stayin' in my
who I want this feeling that I have for u girl I can’t explain and I’m craving for my baby to come build up in my brain
I had a girl by the name
(Batman)
Bro's in the bando, magical like Disneyland (bando)
I'm with broski, that's my twin, comin' like the Milibands (millibands)
Would you buy that
believe you oughta be a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
COMIN HOME TONIGHT SHE'S ON MY MIND
amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I
Don't find me charming
Am I harming our connection by alarming you with pressure
Girl I'm stressin'
If I can't convince you that I'm somethin' special
It's that bop in that bubble gum pop shit baby
Yeah
Dead roses was red roses
I'm posted with my poses
Black hearts girl with emojis
My blunt so fat
While I'm sittin' home, tryna figure why it's you I'm with
What's a girl to do? Cause I done had enough of you
I don't wanna stay another day waitin' like
Uh huh, come on
Smokin' up an l
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
Totally consumed
By an earie feelin'
I
I look at your girl and she blushin'
Yeah I look at your girl and she blushing
Cause I went from nothin to something
I started at 0, but now I'm
that we comin it hurt to they spirit
Why that girl on my phone with that dumb shit
Talkin how she seen me movin in the function
In the cut full cup wit
Today i woke up early cos I'm gonna eat the world
I went down stairs to tell me girl how much i love her so
But what the hell there's some guy here
like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
tonight
Checkin' down by the river
Two tired to go ? ? ?
Yeah, tomorrow night I'm goin' home
Well tomorrow night I'm goin' home
Welcome home boy
Well how
I'm not a stamp collector but I've got a hobby too,
Bringin' home a souvenir, trinkets old and new.
Feathers from a rooster fight, a whistle from
amazing, girl
And I'm ready to give you the time of your life, baby
I think you deserve a change
Girl I'm falling in love tonight, my hand up your thigh
I
choose)
I'm Dr. Ice (How can you tell?) You can tell by the mous'
And I'm the Educated Rapper (The brainiac
And Mixmaster) woo-hah (The four is back)
till she snooze
Yeah I pick and choose
I like all my bitches by the twos
With a bottle of that 1942
Bad bitches on me yeah, they comin on my jewels
She
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
(God, I ain't leavin' without you, bitch)
(You're comin' home with me)
(And my
shit back
Make that ass clap
All on these mats woooooo
I gotta beat that shit up all in her guts then make her cum wooooooo
I’m trynna beat it up beat it
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
the tears from your sexy eyes
And as our passion begins to rise
We'll lay hypnotized by the pleasure inside
If you just say yes
(Girl, if you would only
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