Lyrics:
try to leave but they like it when i stay
Analyzing why all my Life has been astray
Maybe if i get it right i'll be okay
I'm thinking like
Yo I
a player, youse a player
We some players, so we should play a
game, do yo' thang
Ain't it man, turn the lights off
Hit the right spot (oh)
Make me feel
under the sun I'm calling home
Miss my city but I can't back, I just can't go back
You miss the city and you can't go back
Cause you been switching on yo
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
hold on for a second
Yo, man, you see shorty right there (look at shorty right there)
Yo, I'mma call you back in a second, aight?
[Streetlife]
Yo
right now, cause if I wasn't who I am, she would've been moving in by now
But instead we're moving slow, I guess she's used to it by now
And she gives me
I wish I could put in reverse yea
I miss my n-gga the last time I seen him is right 'fore they put em in hearse yea
N-ggas be switchin and foldin I
lifted you up
We keep the hood smiling, you know it's just by being us
Baby calm down, I'm right here when yo days going ruff
And you know I got yo back,
out my life
Had it in the bag, I thought everything was right
No, I still be thinking about the calls we had at night
Know there ain't a day that I
let me know
I'm an indigo child, we can handle extra
If you hear me right now, in the sky write me a letter
You can send it by bird, I got no problems
I can’t do distance
I can’t do distance
You know I need you
All of the time
Yea I can’t do distance
I can’t do distance
You know I need you
Right by
sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo
yo, gotta go, GOTTA GOTTA GO SO!
on and off but the ending yet stick around
'cause the zeeko gots the sound
Chorus 1:
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
look at that booty over
There, look at that booty
Yo where where?
Over there, right there
Oh yo yo what's up sweetheart yo
Come here for
for yo bitch, then fuck it, we could scrap
Shawty cute, yeah, she bad
Got her right on my lap
Kick it with yo bitch, told her bring that shit back
Slap
we go (she's in the past, but)
I can tell that you miss her
Round and around and around we go (yo, just moves so fast)
Spinning in a twister
Round
fake busy (c'mon, dawg)
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
ever put 'em out there like that
Feelin that I did Tecca Nina take it right back
Tellin 'em that they mommy's boyfriends Tech N9ne
* Don't be lookin
new n***a is not treating you right (treat you right)
Swear he can die by my own hands (yeah)
I'll still let it fly like I'm yo mans
Should I feel so
I think I wanna kiss you
Right here in front of everybody
Right now
I think I wanna miss you
Purposely leave so I can come back to you
Right
I think I wanna kiss you
Right here in front of everybody
Right now
I think I wanna miss you
Purposely leave so I can come back to you
Right
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
off I don't know how to miss right now
Nigga we right in the mix right now
Don't give a fuck who you with right now
Grab you a blunt and get lit right
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