Lyrics:
leave me so confused
Now I'm all cried out, over you
[112]
ooh
Cryin' over you, yeah
Never wanted to see things your way
Had to go astray
For why was I
Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility, so stay out the vicinity of
yeah, yeah them niggas over there it's just
yeah, yeah now look at what I wear
This is the time where you all should report to the dance floor
112 So So Def
Stop, wait a minute, hold up love
J.D. plus 112 add that up
Now
needed it
We don't fold, never plead the fifth
Fully auto, I don't need the tick
Whoa now, slow down, we be sitting on the throne now
Throw down, thrown
a curse
Jointed together, a blessed sight
Bonded by the cosmic fight
Our cosmic fight is over and inspired
But now we are impossibly tired
We didn't
rockin H-Town or Horace Brown
watch out now
Baby face can pay da rent
and cook me five meals
what the deal on that Prince cat
he be lookin kind of fruity
baby, let's groove
Like an instrumental
And she was so cool
Like the other side of a pillow
So baby, let's groove
Like an instrumental
Well come on over
done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay
Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way
done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay-
Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way
They say it's better with somebody else
So now my heart is racing to prepare to be loved by you
Come on swoon me, love
I want to be loved
I'm not
front of my eyes.
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side.
California's the state where all bustas die.
First thought be
earth in his hands
He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent
Listening to his heart 'til it lands
Listening to his heart moved by his art
Up
in a matter of time it'll be alright.
Who needs you girl
I'm moving on.
Im Moving On
Instrumental
Now I'm all alone and confused in my head.
But
babe
Know we gotta keep it sexy
Touchin all over me
Baby it's ecstasy
Lady won't you take my hand
Let's go to VIP
I don't think you understand
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
the 112 at a hotel room nothing brand new got attitude
I'm all for you you know it's true
Persuasive by the way you move
I'm anxious don't know what to do
You know, it's different now for young people. They could come right out and you know, be gay. See when I was young, I live with my grandmother
high
Bets believe if it ain't kush then I'm passing it by
Seen I was low on supplies I got to stock up on gars
I'm saying this shit right now I ain't
come with fuego)
Those pains ain’t even drowning with the fentanyl
I made another song so I could gloat (so I could gloat)
It’s funny now you see me
people's on the mobile, gang all over, nationwide
distribution
Now I'm posted up in Houston
Texas, ridin the Lexus but it's supremo
Niggas set trip,
you babe
Know we gotta keep it sexy
Touchin' all over me
Baby it's ecstasy
Lady won't you take my hand
Let's go to VIP
I don't think you
Yeah
My anxiety was takin' over (yeah)
Remove the devil, let my faith go feel it slide like it's Amendola (come on)
I finally made it
back(yea)
We holds it down by any means
I'm loving the way
That you fit in them jeans(damn)
I want to know
Is there more room for me(yes)
These are
gotta pay-me-o
BRIDGE
Everything i did, i did just did it out of love
I designed this shit by this hand, this happen outta luck
Die for it, shit
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