Lyrics:
lives in me, my dear
I want no one but (one, two, three, four)
I get so lonely (every time I see your face, baby)
Can't let just anybody hold me
brains
But nothin for my crazy heart
Your kisses used to be my elevated train
Now youre gone and
Were apart
Yeah Im singin
Singin
Singin these so sweet
cause you'll be the last ass to blast fast
Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin niggaz actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely,
A needle drop on a forty-five
Are the kinda things that only last so long
When the new wears off and they get to getting old
Sooner or later, time's gonna
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
in an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph,
Come in, come in, my old true love
And have a seat by me
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together we have been
I can't come in
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
of three
Flexin' on you bitches by the count of three
Yah, Yah I remember I remember
Had to take some time away just to get myself together
Now I realize
Aye, I spot you like a dalmatian
It's that food truck by the gas station
I don't trick, think of it like a donation
You looking good, but I know you
time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh no no no, oh no no no
Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I
time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh no no no, oh no no no
Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I
time for coffee flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh no no no, oh no no no
Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I
asking for kisses
When I’m granting they wishes they
Be passing they digit's
They be up on the block
Getting screwed by the cops cutting school
Gettin
MOMENT LAST
COS’ TIME CAN GO SO FAST
WE’RE JUST TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE SO IN LOVE
STEALING KISSES WHEN THERE’S NOONE NEAR
THE MOONLIGHT CASTS IT’S GENTLE GLOW
wit' a, nigga like you, runnin' your mouth
Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth
But won't be like the last time when you run in
you wanna touch me)
And all the time
(Wanna take a trip down on this body)
I don't wanna wait by the phone (Oh)
If you can get over, I'm on
Palm trees,
it’s so easy
When I saw her the last time
While closing my eyes forever
I could realize the horror
Of the plan she had in mind
Too late, no one can
She so whatever for a nigha and don't ask for what
Candy candy kisses, Hersey kisses With the sweetest touch
Know you know you wanna stay
I just need
When you better off away
Like my twin sis
Almost a year
Since
The last time we talked
People ask if I miss
Them, I reply
Not at all
I’m too tangled
ready to let go or say goodbye but
If you help me make it I might come up and just say hi"
My dad he moved me to the burbs when I was three
He said it was
One more for the people that enjoy this shit
Two shots off a pen and a Ritalin
Three minutes fore I know the paranoia kicking in
Everyone looking
on my 2s
Not on my 3s
You can hate on my shit but not on my gs
Not on my gang
Hand on my thang
Lift it up and your gonna hear a bang
Not on my 1s
Not
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