Lyrics:
actually I don't vast in the vanity
That the fortune and fame has brought to me
This career shit? 5 years in the game bitch
Rep a city that translates
softly - black maroon 5
Living that legion making me psycho
The truth is making my eyes sore
The proof is everywhere I go
All that I see if worshipping
you lacking w gone slide
With Tdr and i'm proud
Got the moves like maroon 5
We busy trapping we don't hide
Chase this paper days and nights
I can't
your five cause I'm not maroon
Don't ask me a thing, you gotta assume
Beat up the beats, and they call it abuse
Air in my body, I got no excuse
Saying
dagger
I dive it
Only a matter of minutes or maybe five
I can't do this for any longer, limpered by life
Strife made me murk mongered, mint made me free
I
Maroon 5 song)
I can sing this song until the morning
(No pause, just play, keep streaming)
You got my focus, need no back up
Let's do another chorus for
there
To the moon
Get to the moon soon
Get there by the afternoon
Gov immune
Milk tycoon
Mars maroon
Weather balloon
Feather flying down
Cows on the moon
through your window
They say what happened to me happened
Kimbo slice
Adam Levine he be maroon by 5
You ain’t fuckin wit me you better save your life
This
careless
I've been searching for someone new ~
(To replace you)
the Maroon 5 songs are still in my head
we used to sing it you know that
you said you'll
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
I took five on the way home
Called you for a little piece of mind
Was out lookin' for some healin'
But it seemed a little hard to find
No man's
I took five on the way home
Called you for a little piece of mind
Was out lookin' for some healin'
But it seemed a little hard to find
No man's
troubles,
But five dollars first."
That's what she said and of course, I thought the worst.
Charlatan. Phony. Fraud gypsy bitch whose Greek was bad
Native New Yorker
Odyssey
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl
Twenty-five, thirty-five
Hello, baby, New York
real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (Feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yeah (with you,
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
Behind my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't
I know because I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank
You probably threw it out with your old pack
When he looked at me
As he belched down the dumpster
It almost made me hurl
5.95 don't sound too bad
Plus 5% not too bad.
It didn't taste like the other
get lost
(Pon me)
Whine slow
Whine slow
Eat dat gyal up like ackee
Searchin for love she wanna papi
5 drinks In I realized I’m getting litty with
And then we tried some more
I'd like to break the monotony
We said Maroon 5 should end it at the (?)
This word I'm making this all up here
Read Nehemiah
silverspoon
Stereotypes i'll be breaking soon
Grew up on the five no maroon
Can i get thru to you no auto tune
Been since ten I had a birthday balloon
So now
As we start trudgin', me and my brothers, we be lookin' and be buggin'
Vehicles of life, they be rollin' and be mergin'
Searchin' for the virgins
the garbage folder
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I keep my heat cocked and my blunt lit
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it
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