Lyrics:
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
time that's charm
Bad bitch on my arm come and go as I please
Whole world in my palm
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were
to be a rolling stone
When you're in my arms, you're home
Thumb and index by a thread, but you're still holding on
When you're in my arms, you're home
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
then stopped for
A variety of reasons, it is hard to
Parse what might be going on in JLo's
Mind by looking at her face
But when Nicki launched into her
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
Next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
Next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden
to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for
the memoirs, the lyric and the prose
I am the rhyme arena in the fire
My way is through the thick of it the jungle
I am the song you can only hear without thus
mmm
Ooh, and when you're cursin' at the sky
And thinkin', "lord, you must be jokin'"
My arms are open
And, and when you're lookin' in the mirror
please come close to me
Cause you're my ride or die, when I look above the sky
Oohh oohh oh ooh, yeaah
You're the only one that's in my dreams
You're
and this pain
Is the reason I'm awake
Ain't no soul behind these frames
I'm a shark in a tank
Ain't no soul left alive, you
A bird in my cage, Only burden:
my lyrics than you've sent in a convo'
I wasn't supposed to provide a beat you could bob to
Everything can change in the second you aren't tryin'
runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin'
hard to find
Like yeah you're cute but, tell me, are you kind
Wanna met your fam, but only when you're ready
Truth be told your father may make me
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin'
back in my arms again
In my arms thats where you belong
Never had a feeling that was quite this strong
When im with you im not thinking straight
You're
old pile of vinyl records I got sittin' on my floor
One time in San Francisco
I was standin' in an airport line
In one bag I had all my clothes
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
I can only rest on your arms
I can only in yours arms yeah
I can only rest on your arms yeah
Everything feels better when you're in love yeah
I can
to have it all except in name, So
Tell me what's wrong with me, loving you
Tell me what's wrong with me, holding you
In my arms (arms)
In my arms, baby
In
by the ears
I swear, this shit is so much bigger than I had figured
But if it wasn't meant to be this wouldn't be my career
It's like, people only
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