Lyrics:
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
pain
Talking bout misdirection
Uh
Popping all this champagne
Only girl in my section
Uh
That said that I do the Most
Is you man I know
You hate when I'm
like I'm Johnson
They jaw stuck in awesome
I'm Sherlock, you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
can go on and on
For some hours in this bitch
I got her so wet it’s like a shower in this bitch
I ain’t James St Patrick I got power in this bitch
You
a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha-ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm
I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
camera action
I ain't Samuel L Jackson
Paula Patan, James St. Patrick
I do magic, disappear then I get money
Sipping on 44's got me side ways I'm slim
This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat
on a pedestal
You gotta climb myself
Ima own up to the truth
I feel like James St Patrick
Heart all on my sleeve
But the pants don't match it
From a different
the Kansas City Chiefs
We got three rings cause we got Andy Reid
Ain't no one as cold as Patrick MaHomes
And we ain't letting go of Chris Jones
And you
heavy
With a boy from Baton Rouge
He said, Ben you should have learned by now
I’m not a fan of fuckin' around
Then he beat him with a bottle and a cue
Ben
So what would you do if you awaked tomorrow
There's no more sorrow, dreams came true
So knock on wood and cross your fingers
And count your
a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha-ha)
I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm
I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope)
Show me what you're workin' with just
space)
Now you're living by grace
I know you don't care
Feels like i'm a burden bare
The cross that you carry
The ghost of a past you won't share
And now
problems but I do know how to solve em
So I hope you think twice before approaching me with static
Graduated twice still study mathematics
No I Didn't get
recollecting
You’re forever in my memory
Long live James (Long live James)
Long live JT
The way y’all left it really hurt me
Lord save me
Wish we could live
We made fun of your musical taste for so long
Now you're gone
John Denver, Billy Joel
Posthumous duet CD of Nat King Cole
For Leon Redbone there
they shady
She ain't my baby, bitch you is crazy, I'm on them drugs yea I'm feelin so lazy
Lately I've been thinkin bout you, ion even know what to do
again
I don't be sittin' 'round thinkin' what I could've been
I'ma do it now, I told mama I'ma do her proud
I do what I want, you niggas do what you
ddu-du du (ah yeah, ah yeah!)
(Ddu-du ddu-du du)
(Hit you with that)
(Hit you with that)
(Hit you with that)
(BLACKPINK!)
I'm getting money by
serenade her like a ukulele
Did a dirty dance bustin moves like I'm Patrick Swayze
Not a Nike head, I just love the way you do it baby
Time to face the music
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