Lyrics:
to do it my way
Putting in work on the night shift
Working 2 jobs plus college Friday to Friday Vizine burn my eyelids, shit
Flying down 480 doing 80 this
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
scream
For every draught he'd share a drink
For every sorrow there's a light from our St. James
On the sea by the cliff he watches
He waits the night
Some evil, though
Nightmares are a bitch
Dreams in night blood, so visual
Nightmares are a bitch
'Cause if I were back in that dream
My head be off by
man rut
Women all screaming, criminals' bleeding
Just another night out in this dump
You'd have more chance trying to find peace
In an evening with
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
(Hm)
It's PANIA, ohh
All they see is fast life 'cause I'm doing all this promo
You think know my lifestyle, don't judge by the photo
I'ma do me
back
Wale doe they can't fly and they can't rap
Hoes in the telly on the late night
Smoking real good my eyes late flight
She riding now she tryna tell
clways find the time
Writers: Matthew James citken / Michael Stock / Pete Waterman
Rick James/ Tyson Limint Saddler
Producer: Kontrabandz
No first
Without consulting any of us
Sales and distributions of our futures
If this world were fair and right
They'd give up the car keys this very night
Damn, hit
Lookin’ For Love
Written by Bob Morrison, Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette
Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you
Single bars and good time lovers were
Hooker
Crossed with Dudamel
Roll over Black Mamba
Tell Nipsey the news
They're canceling Van Morrison
No more Belfast Blues
One hand on the wheel
night) all night
Breezin' down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listenin' to the
Aston Martin
the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one
letter pages
Back row pew and front seat Ford
New King James and old King George
I'm washed in the water and mud on the tires
I'm Friday night lights
INTRO
Jah guide and protect me to do what's right
And never be blinded by glittering lights
To help my sistren in this darkest time
Dem say good
cared about the worst high
Drive by delivery I’m coming with the curbside
Who can give a fuck about the morning
Got a curse at night
I’m not the one who’s
the embers fall like shooting stars across the Milky Way?
I jumped in my car, tore down the Hume, in two hours I was by his side
Day turned to night, night
drinks now I gotta pay the piper
Work in the morning i'm in bed by 8 or 9 bra
Didn't wanna wake me but i've been awake all night
If they giving me
fam
I was blinded by the love
No I didn't give a damn
Quit showing that ass off
On my chest so I'm getting the facts off
You were nervous I would blow
to Sydney
Love when that liquor up in me
The Remy the Henny it don't really matter I'm breaking her heart and I'm watching it Shatter
I'm watching it break
Mojo heard a scream come from the shadows in the street
And we all know where that goes
Sydney saw a figure cutting up what looked like meat
Mixed
there too
You see my homie hit me up when I was in Indiana
You gotta come south and check out Savannah
Frisbee in the park, hip-hop night at the Jinx
You
What you need is a flattering mirror
A strong elixir with no hangover properties
Nineteen year old lovers who can stay hard all night
A million
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