Lyrics:
the shoulder
Got pretty screwed by the chef and the chauffeur
Got pretty screwed by the chef and the chauffeur
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
and childish things
Drew wide my mouth to sing
Now here's my summer, time muse on the street by the beach
I know sooner or later she'll slip out to sea
But oh
Yo a lot of things matter to me man
First of all my family
My music
Love
Turning up with my people
Let's go
What matters is my lyrics (Lyrics)
What
dead ends
Now that things are gettin' better, Imma always make ends, till the end
Till the mountains erode to dust, and the Earth's final dusk
Till
You've got a secret ambition but you're surrounded by doubt
They don't believe in the vision and so they're drowning it out
And that's a pain that you work
seem to have a thing for you
Purposeful in your plans I'm inspired by you
Without having a clue you inspire the youths
And I can see a future in you
it is far and few
But still I fuckin' love it dude, she my muse and my lover estranged
The bittersweet dull pound of the rain
And when she turning it
They introduced her to the world
Used to watch her unfurl
She a lil like belief
But she elusive and more thorough
She was my muse
Always told me make
Transdimensional beings, I wanna be em
I wanna see em!
Two ounces of psilocybin lets call
It my per diem
My pics they getting liked up by your BM
I
it's the hallways of Orsay Muse that moved me
Measuring a youth's dream on shoe strings
cs if a beggar can be choosing
cs if I'm better off alone just
of getting older (Always scared of getting older)
All the little things in life I can't enjoy (Can't enjoy)
Cut from a different cloth I told y'all boys (Told
Well, I heard that girls from Illinois
Never go for southern boys
Cause we were raised by hands we never held
That didn't stop our first hello
Your
me
What you needin My poc getting pretty
Am finnnnee Am fine by the way you
Know my fuckin pocket's fckin pretty
By the way I never take the pain away
I've been waiting all my life for someone like you
Do you like me
Am I pretty
You've got all the things I'm looking for, you're perfect
Do you see
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