Lyrics:
HEART TO HEART TALK
WITH LEONA WILLIAMS
WRITER LEE ROSS
How foolish can you be to be ruled by jealousy
Could you throw away what was planned
Why
only lies addictions and gray skies
Alibies oh my soon as the guns spark
Another black body outlined by white chalk
Blood dripping his hearts skipping
looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
Tell me why all these bumaclutz try to clown me
I tell 'em move away, me need some privacy
Don't you
heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
There was a picture on the story
That showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later
With some
told her then
Don't wanna hear you cry again
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what's
young niggas want is some money
All these women want a husband
You don’t wait on your blessings
You’ll stunt them
Got to thank the one above
The good die
his homosexuality by marrying a female
Opera star henry Miller, in his old
Age, obsessed with young Oriental
Girls john Dos Passos going
From fervent
me
Show love let folk know you thinking of me governor in my hand bet they betting on me
Ryland street orange grove roger williams happy hill
Roll up, young nigga, roll up, young nigga
Roll up, maybe three or four
Post up, young nigga, post up, young nigga
Post up right there by the store
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
I never made it to my Great Uncle's funeral
I was too far away but I chose the song
One by Buddy Williams that ends in a yodel
Like my uncle used
Gathering, we will now allow the beat to continue, and proceed to give
You more of what you like. This message has been brought to you by the
Makers
the king of romance,
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh,
to hold me down
You could be the one to show me how
You could turn this heart around
If you're gonna tell me, tell me now
It's in our
Young blood, we
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie
Why
to splurge on her
Had to break down the Berlin Wall
Just to come talk to ya
Who hurt ya? I'll break his jaw
Young, handsome, with major plans
Numb hearts
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
If I don't say more
An open door won't come my way
If my haunting past won't pass
Then I won't be okay
Hey kid you're five years old
A young man with
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
brave men there was no sight nor sound
Capsized and smashed into a million parts
Enough to break a hardened sailors heart
Alex Williams was the coxswain
brothers
And people who
We respect their opinions
Because I expect their
Image of self to be formed by
These people
Sometimes I tell you
Oh the kids said
and a digital scale
I pray I be okay when I grow up a little bigger
If I don't, tell my babies daddy was a real nigga
If I die
Probably die as a young nigga
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