Lyrics:
that nigga, I hope he dies
I think about you, hope he treats you good,
(Still hope he dies)
I think about you, hope he buys you flowers,
(Couldn't afford
anymore
I think about the things that
You and I would do together
But the thought of you just makes me want to die
I can't help but scream like
green
Jonesboro, Louisiana goons on that dumb shit
Just because you got that chain
Nigga you don't run shit
I show you how we do it
This nigga he be
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
about it (Oh)
Shake your body but you shouldn't think about it
I never thought that you would be the one to think about it (Oh)
[Chorus]
You'd do anything
I'll show you what I intend to do
Next, a seductive kiss to the neck
And then maybe when I think about you, baby
You oh, when I think about you, oh
When
think that I just forgot about the way you treated me so long ago
How you want me to remember you
You think I don't hear about the shit you do
You are not
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
What about sunrise? What about rain?
What about all the things that you
Said we were to gain?
What about killing fields? Is there a time?
What about
Coz' I think about you
Yeah I think about you
And here's a song that
If I think about it you
Won't have a clue
But you can pretend you do
I said
say "he's busy now, what else can you do?"
So I'd say how about tomorrow, I'll make the time
And she'd say, "that doesn't work either, but anything else
girl,
Why's that?
What did you do to him to make him think
’re pretty
What can I say? I like what you do
I like when you’re here and it’s just us
And I get to witness the person that’s real when you’re bruised
I think
you think about what's in you
Make you think about your worth too
Do I even deserve to
Take another breath above dirt
The life that I've been thru
Want
that I always think my shit be busting
But the look on your face tells me nothing
Won't make you mad by saying something
Cause you'll just glare and say
to change up life if I wanna make it home
It's time for me to do what's right and right my fucking wrongs
I ain't writing shit all of this pain come off
training
I think I need it too
Sometimes I don't know what to say
Sometimes I don't know what to do
Need to point my fingers at me fore' I point my fingers
states that chances go around
But if you want to know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down, yeah
(You got) Bad luck
That's what you
tired of chasing lies
Mother of Muses, wherever you are
I've already outlived my life by far
Mother of Muses, unleash your wrath
Things I can't see,
thing (we taking it back, yo, way back, yo)
That thing, that thing, that thing
Ayy, we got some very intelligent women in here, man
Do you think
What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things that you said
We were to gain
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about
die by myself (yuh)
These are just things I think about so good luck to you
You'll have to put up with my shit to be in a better mood
Will we get
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
exceed my reach
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind that though, I'm just showin' off
As I do in the Porsche with the top lost
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