Lyrics:
't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madam, with you
My heart won't let my feet
Do things they should do
You know what, you're lovely
check
I really thought I had
Don't know why I did some of the things that I have
I move with love
Sometimes too much
Don't know any other show
Sometimes
halfway to the stars
The morning fog will chill the air
I don't care.
I lost my love in san Francisco
Above the wide and windy sea.
When I come home
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
fit to change e mood na farji for life
Owokpolapo ten bili bili
I don work hard o count mili
San Francisco wonlerimi wonlerimi
Torinwondamo
Owokpolapo
What have I done, you may ask first
You don't ask them, that's what hurts the worst
What have I done, you may ask first
You don't ask them, that's
'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway
be weak
You be tryin too hard for the ladies, ion gotta seek
That's why I be sleeping with yo bitch bout every other week
Written By: Francisco
That could never be
Don't marry her, fuck me
And your love light shines like cardboard
But your work shoes are glistening
She's a PhD in "I told you so"
baby, I don't wanna be sad
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker shows back
As long as I'm your hccker
Dickies and a Carhartt vest
I'm a farmer through and through, don't confuse me with the Left
Eauzone what I'm reppin' thundercloud on my chest
Other teams
going to make a difference
We made an appointment
On the internet
To get married in San Francisco
And I was surprised
About how excited I started to feel
bodyguard gon die shoot a big tech
She wanna fuck I don't even gotta ask her
I pulled up turned the show to a disaster
You want smoke put your liver
index want a strip show
(Lay on the bed, and give me head)
Robbed him by his bitch, he showed
His ass, we made him strip, bro
(Don't have to ask, don
flopped
Shamgod leave em all criss crossed
I don't got time for no pish posh
Food in my backpack leave em in the dust if they ask where the god damn cash
a while to recognize
Yeah, yeah
I don't have to ask why
I don't have to doubt or deny
I know that it hurt my pride
I just need you by my side
I don't have
San Francisco! We're going
Don't you know you'll never ever want to turn back
I have news for you my friend:
I'm sticking by you until the end
Doctor's
much it's becoming the truth
Think if I die it will not be on news
Emotions come over it's getting me screwed
Someone please help me don't know what
asks
"Nothing, " I say, shaking my head softly
So I don't disturb the ornate twist of hair
Pinned precariously on top of my head
I turn back
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
ask me
Being great's a hobby
Flow is smooth or choppy
I'm not being cocky
Me they'll try to copy
She don't know karate
Still she move her body
No i
what feels right
Baby, I, baby, I just don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna miss a thing
Come along, come along, come along and don't ask why
Oh, can
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