Lyrics:
have a clue
Of why they're so obsessed with you
And if she's right, is there really no hope?
But I gotta work out soon
Why they all swear by you
Oh, I
when I'm fightin'
I don't see your love 'round here, got
Six years on this stage I'm here
More years on this earth I spun, still
Lovin' you like you
still when you flapped your jaws, my lover, my friend
For every little thing that I started to do
Well things were good 'til times got hard
Years went by
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early may
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your
heart be still a moment and this mystery explore
'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
They all just stare at her, taken by her wavy hair and curves
Sweeter than a pear, like aloe Vera - pure
No numeric worth, the type to always have
Just a still town girl on a saturday night, lookin' for the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all say she's crazy
Fickle mind
I know she' lovin' someone
Somewhere down the line
I know that she still has a key
I'm waiting by the door
But that train don't stop here
faster
Than baby's fickle mind
I know she' lovin' someone
Somewhere down the line
I know that she still has a key
I'm waiting by the door
But that train
Yo eastside, yo eastside, yo eastside
ayy
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked?
I'm a badmon
Look, hol' on
(Great John
Hit Genius for The Weeknd
Every day is her Weekend
Still a fiend for da shopping
If she see it then she coppin
Throwing a band on birkin, unemployed
me, cause she looks so sexy
Oh! And this is for them girls that be wantin' dutty
And this is for them girls that be lovin' dutty
And this is for
Paul and Sasha, come sing fi dem, baby
Though you make me holler, though you make me sweat
I can't get your tenderness
Still I can't get you off my
a mystery
You just another simp on rotisserie
Simps for a devilish entity, she gon'
Burn y'all up and then get fucked by me
Think you got her wet by showing
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
swear to God
The way she get up in it, no she ain't really got no fear
No I don't make it rain, but still I'm the one that got her bed
I need her all
That you've been lovin' all night
Pour some Patron, have a cup with me
Come by the crib, keep me company
Don't worry 'bout bitches who buggin' me
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
We still homies at the end of the day
Believe that
[Chorus]
No no no
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost
the songs
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old
time
I got a lot on my mind
She think I'm out of my mind
I'm holding a lot inside
I'm fighting too deep to conceit by my pride
I think I enter my prime
Just lost a pack and covered my re
Times dat by four
From long time I was in basic now
I pull up in Chrissy Dior She said
Do I love her more than
from her head to her toe
I'm that nigga she already know
So you know she on go she be beggin for mo
I still gotta get it my young niggas wit it
I fuck up
back to the crib, she saw it was posted right by the marina
He askin 100 questions, like what’s yo name and she told him Selena
She think all men are
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