Lyrics:
bird,
you have got to be eighteen,
or a few years past your teens,
or you are in my eyes.
Little bird,
if you were born 'fore 92,
then you know just what
at all
Yes and only if my own true love was waiting
If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she was lyin' by me
Would I lie in my bed
Flooded my wrist, walk in the spot and I turn it up
Stand up guy yeah I stand it up
I keep my fire, bitch I'm fed up
Mama told me "Make the bed up"
Ever
I wanna get me a place
Brand new SLK350 to race
Fuck it, might not even live in the states
Fall in the bed while I’m getting some face
(Like ooooo)
by me
They talk but fold like origami
I'm organic the flow fire it's volcanic
I evolved in it now my brand is gigantic
In a pandemic my counter tops
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
baby, you know, you just gotta hold it down for our equal day
I don't know why you're so scared no we ain't got shadows in our bed x2
Never has there
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through
So many times
By holding back I let the good things pass me by
And then one day I asked myself the reason why
And like an answer from above you
with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in
Sitting here in the office
A brand new day starts but to be honest
I can't wait for it to be over
I'm hanging onto my four-leaf clover
Moving here
her when you're thinking about your words
She got me typing, deleting my messages then re-writing
In the hope that there's a smile when she's replying
grooves
Say who is you
You blocked a foo
When I needed you
Yet
That's okay
I was m.i.a
Wall in my head
Ain't needed more head
Inertia instead
Then the bed I
the fam
Bitch, you a pig, I don't fuck with no ham
All y'all been sleepin', I'm tuckin' you in
I built the label then upped the event
Please don't
Opp fumbled so hard he up in the bed
Record in the wip so fire burn the tread
Pull up at the swap we keeping it fresh
We know the opps cant handle
Chiraq, it be hot as Greece
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I'm a fuckin' beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap,
the city call us TECO
Then we duplicate a dollar like we kinkos
While everybody watching like a free throw
Tell the Dj spin the brand new single
Then repost
I was just chilling smoking drinking with a bad bitch
She look me in my face and told me she ain't never had shit
The way she grew up said it turned
it. We tipped it over and then we sold it. These are the things I whisper softly to my dolls, those heartless little thugs dressed in calico kilts
to the night and on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Gucci
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
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