Lyrics:
without Illuminati
You better off clutchin' this syri
If we get locked up by the night, I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for nigga on white,
the street
I'll have you standing there just like a
Market when you cross the meat
Spaghetti legs with me
I'll have you prego by the sauce of the meat
Shorty
moment, for you to sweep me away
Captured by your aura, not wanting to escape
I can be the one you've always dreamed of
Our helpless hearts beating in time
my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had
said you were by side
Broke down bitch want to ruin my life
Them hips done bits
Romantic nights
I wont take shit from your selfish lies
Ye
From your
without you.
Atlantic seems romantic without your lack of passion.
Bring yellow sunshine over clear blue skies, not compromised by your trace.
With
in my life
Dreams of love and dreams of pain
And dreams again again again
Again which can be yours just by taking hold
Dreams that I can realize
in my life
Dreams of love and dreams of pain
And dreams again again again
Again which can be yours just by taking hold
Dreams that I can realize
folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game
Or worse yet implying that you donÂ't really knowÂ…
ThatÂ's the same
Hopeless romantic
Hopeless romantic
You can spend the night
I'll show you what you mean to me
Until till the end of time
I can't leave you easily
don't mean to smash your lock
But you are looking like
You've always looked before
Kind of miserable
Kind of at the floor
Drift into
Romantic visions
and scholars
Like Polish folk you put on the popish cloak
You had your country governed by encyclicals
And bishop McQuaid trying to stop a football match.
a sleaze, girl, oh!
A romantic interlude [x4]
You woke up with a worried look on your face
Something was on your mind
You got out of bed and walked
I want you to come through
And we can do what grown folks do
Kissing, touching yeah yeah
Listen, loving yeah yeah
I want you to come through
And we
separate you from your root
Anything they say you accept as truth
I told them folks my name ain't Toby no more
Finally set free from what was beaten into me
we want you to come and live with
us and help us raise our children
The years went on by
I wish I had a praying church
And that the children grew up
line
Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus)
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
We can make arrangements though
And if you
where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good or the bad
If you
I really just wanna melt the frost
Just reading this from Tee's thoughts.
Roses are red
You in my bed
Giving me head (Like Ooo)
And it's so romantic
on a slow time, choking off the weed like it's a bowtie
Shoot your ass up in no time, and all my shooters gon' cosign
And all you haters get paid no mind,
tell me about your mans (no, no, no, no)
I'm sorry I'm slurring my words
You know what I'm on, you know what I want
Ayy, I'm sorry I'm back
Don't make
Talking about your shirt
You should take it off
Talking about your panties
You should take 'em off
Don't wanna be romantic
Yeah just take it off
I
her
Yeah
Is when all those hoes they mention
I told
Yeah
The real science stands by for the folks
I told
I'll just stab it
Yeah
I try to find a way
By the way it's the African god oo
I no fit stop for you
Girl you got me really messy
Tell me why you lead me on
I Dey give you five seconds
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