Lyrics:
better
Oh, baby baby, we belong together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
saying to me
If you think
straight feelin' like Bobby Womack
Is in this motherfucker tonight...y'knahmsayin?
That's the way I feel about 'cha...hm hm..it was all on a ho...
But
the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' fifth of that to goosey
thing i love
Aint got no love for Motherfuckers
Surrounded by leaches and bloodsuckers
Get it out the mud until I drown in sweat and blood
Put my
Beats is knocking, hooks is rare
Earned my spot, nobody ain't put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cooking with beer
Like the Bobby Womack
after life
Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
Have it how you want it, my back shot's bionic
She givin' me something I can feel like En
(Damn)
In my city I'm a legend
You all owe me favors they lead to Vegas
We still mobbin' for these Oakland Raiders
She fell in love with Yola
She fell in
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
Saying to me
"If you think you're lonely now"
Wait a minute
This is too
better
Oh, baby baby, we belong together
I can't sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack's on the radio
saying to me
If you think
brighter inside
Someone come and asked me my name
Taken back by surprise
When I saw with my eyes
A girl in a love's disguise
She said stop, stop, stop
the feelin'
Bobby Womack singin', Marisa Rings gleaming
Hat cocked duce, puffin the quarter loosely
Poppin' the bottle and tippin' fifth of that to goosey
Uh yo
Live from the hub
No disrespect to the resting but sleep is for up above
My vision submerged in water floating flat in the tub
I'm drowning
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
Three AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
It's not my life to choose
It's just my life to lose
That's just the thing
cll alone a star and just a searching for a
It's like I'm missing
to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you
love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+
If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up
All my Digihead
When I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cause If You Think You're Lonely Now
Like Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy,
shady
Man I shoot and never miss cuz am channeling KD
Am pretty and got a lot love for ladies
That´s why I level up and move on up for my babies
And I've
Thousand, my index finger
We here with the whole squad, First Family empire
Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call
International, bell ringer,
ever notice this world is crazy hopeless
But when I look into your eyes and I focus I swear that that's where hope is
I swear that that's my potion
me into this
My dad and a couple of my friends, they played instruments
And when we used to roll to school at 16
We bumped shit like Bobby Womack
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