Lyrics:
wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy
Remember how I made you scream
Well, I don't understand
What happened to our love
But baby,
you
Conversations all begin with "hey what's up" and "how you been" but by the time they end they're all about you
revelatons late at night
wishes
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor
That's not my business
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone, if
be alright
If you left this choice up to me
Don't tell me what you got girl
Baby, please tell me what you need
I must confess, I've been blessed
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses
What's up homie?
What's Up homie?
(Chourus):
Ride real slow, m-make your speakers blow(x6)
Ride real slow
(Se7en):
Yeah. So hit me up, if your
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses
Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you hear a sinner's prayer
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you help
Put your favorite playlist on
Only whatever you want
Tho
I’d rather just listen to 90’s r&b
If the love don’t feel like dat
Then what is there
Serious, serious
What the hell are you waiting for?
What the hell are you waiting for?
What the hell are you waiting for?
What the hell are you waiting for?
Hit up the crew then I lace up my Nike's
I jam on the radio just to start it off right
Let's make this night incredible, somethin' unforgettable
I can't stand this for another day
What kind of fool do you think I am?
You sit and stare like you see through me
But you know nothing of the way
You don't seem so sad to me
Chorus
Hey you really ripped it up last night
Showed us what it was all about
We waited for you backstage
See if you'd be
the backseat had eyes of green
Like fields of forever
Do you know what I mean
I don't know if at seventeen
You can ever see beyond the dream
Or the beat
your next days of the Roman calendar
Hangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close range
Scratch your name off the contract, get out of the game
Pull
[Verse One]
I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing
Just Peril's at my stair while all his folks are down in Flushing
Damn my man gonna
Be hot bout this hicky on my
Watch your mount
No VIP we be by the bar
Conversating with the superstars
"What you drinking on girl"
No
than trying to survive, oh, Annie
Stronger than the hands that hold you
You sing along to the song on the radio
If I drank too much and I am
facin
Payola on these stations
Plus they run like plantations
Complete with black beats sportin
Soul by caucausians
If you hear me on your station
We drive tonight along that endless road
Got no answers left to give
The silence's broken by the radio
I make a first stop but the World keeps
on by a whim
Reap what you sew I can tell you that the needles grim
Euphoria seeps and your eyes grow real dim
Everythings slow glazed over thats
try and get by with that shoddy, shit style you copy but if its not that lit shit that's rotten best know that your copping a 16 that's gonna put him in
When I get to thinking
I start worrying that you don't know me anymore
The worry takes me over
Turn on the radio as if to ask for more
I hear
that I've got
Oh??? I never wanna be like Jesus
By the way that headset ain't my thing
And I could write a hit song???
But I'd rather do something if
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