Lyrics:
I'm tryna read the room
Is it night or noon
The walls will draw your attention
When rays of yellow make their entrance
Can you just hold still
By
lay our treasures
Here by the cradle
"Tell me are you the saviour
Pretty little baby child?"
Sometimes the greatest of miracles
Comes from the smallest
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz with the pretty cars
(Look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggaz who got all the hoes
(Look
Please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no
Such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
(Pretty sweet) if
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
At the bottom of a real tall cold drink
Chillin' with
your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know
Careful while I try to do
I'm a cynic, yeah, but I would die for you
You said it by the feel upon your face
I'm never gonna call out what you say
the radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing looks better than that
Sweet tan, little thing with
I thought I wanted a diamond ring
He said birdy I've got no things to sell
But I promise I'll treat you well
Didn't think by the time I was 25
I'd
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved
I got the cover off the '68
I fired it up, and let them horses sing
A little pretty thing
A little tan leg
Drive me to the water
Drive me up the wall
Drive me by the collarbones
Drive me to stand tall
Drive me to do the things I never thought I'd do
a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Don't
a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
to say
But things have changed now
Things have changed now
You got me
Fuck and love-drunk on you
You and me we stick together like we're glued
By the hips
to say
But things have changed now
Things have changed now
You got me
Fucked up and love drunk on you
You and me we stick together like we're glued
By
that good weed up
Tell em' meet with us
It's not a thing we can't afford
So get in my car
Tell your friends you tryna' roll
Splash
Pretty bitches
Almost all of my life every day and every night
The only thing that I could think of
Was doing all I could do to find me a true blue
A foxy little
I could tone it down for you
I be picking on the
Pretty few flowers in my view
Uh
Yeah I used to rock a rag
Uh
Yeah I got badgered by the badge
Uh
myself why can't I
Dye my hair and bleach my eyes to gain piece of mind
Watchin through window
cs the pretty's go by
cnd always wondered
Was I worth it
I
said, why don't you come with me pretty little thing
Why don't you come with me
Why don't you come with me pretty little thing
Yeah, yeah
I said, why
for months
And they try to fix shit up
Until he slipping up
And then when things fall apart she calling me to pick 'em up
I try to put the pieces of her
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