Lyrics:
Surrounded by these strangers but my vibe is so alone
I bet we get this stuck up in your dome by the time you make it home
Call my phone becah I'm known
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I love you
yourself.
You must go and stand your trials, you have to stand it by yourself
Nobody else can stand it for you, you have to standit by yourself.
Oh, you gotta
free
Six months passed, I'm still in need
Of your scent on me before I sleep
If I die before I wake
I pray to you, my soul you'll take
Be with you, walk
romantic
You did me savage
You took advantage of everything, you wasn't ready for
When you said you ready to
Who does it better than me
Who does it better
creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
Diamonds kissing they're romantic
Lifestyle bigger than a mansion
Back on my bullshit
I got the world on my back
You dont know what I've gone through
Try me
reasons 'cause we don't sell dope
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow
I've been away from you a long time.
I never thought I'd miss you so.
Somehow I feel, your love was real,
Near you I long to be.
The birds are
chick|But I'll make sure you don't leave||Leave your ba-be-be-be|Time to be my main lad-e|By the way the way you're wearing that dress drivin me cra-cra-ze|So
parade, oh, my parade
Talkin' slick to my folk (my folk), nip that lip like lipo (lipo)
You hear 'em swarmin', right? Bees is known to bite
Now here we
I was always there by your side
Ah ooo yea
Never thought it'd be this way
Ah ooo yea
Guess tha only thing to say is
Time after Time
I gave you
in, clock out
Force of habit
Of a Hopeless, Pessimistic, Romantic
"So how's your week been?"
Here we go again
But something's different
You're peaking
your ass so you are it[01:02.44]My pen is better when it[01:03.53]Gets romantic writing a letter[01:05.16]Dear chika[01:06.01]I'm writing this to let you
you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
She a wild alley cat, Villanova
I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over
It ain't
I've been away from you a long time.
I never thought I'd miss you so.
Somehow I feel
Your love is real.
Near you I want to be.
The birds are
BBMC
GFR GFR your folk rap star
I ain't care
I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy
I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy
I'm a bad boy bad boy bad boy
I'm a bad
your spot better stay there
Need a mansion in the hills up in bel air yeah
She think that I love her I'm just romantic
When I get the money yea they
Young Sam as joke bum
But stop cuz you
Can't joke the joker
The joke's on you
Don't get your hopes up
They won't come true
Goals get loads of mud
By folks
AVENGE GEORGE FLOYD
CHORUS:
ALL RIGHT, YO!—IT’S MY JOB TO PROTECT US
WHITE FOLKS—USE YOUR PRIVILEGE AND STEP UP
INSIDE FOLKS—USE YOUR CLOUT
And Sing my song
Sit back and wait on your reply
Girl The love I got for you
Made this romantic lullaby
La la la la la
Love song from the ghetto
La la la
I'll be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your name
I'll be on the way, like
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Ayy,
She used to come around the park
We hung out by the pond
There feelings were romantic
I hate being alone, I can't handle it
I'm tryna get on my own
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