Lyrics:
But I see you on the subway
I see you on the D train
Hey, see her in the afternoon
Just after the Giants game
I see her on the freeway
Long
dead
And now love is just a stranger in her bed
She said this is the last time
I won't be back
I'll take a cab home
Before the second act
This is
It ain't a rebel flag you bought at the mall
It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall
Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss
It
crackers in my bed anytime, baby
You can kick off all the covers in the middle of the night
You can sleep with the window open wide
Do anything as long
(niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
with you in a yellow cab
Shootin' me a text sayin' comin' home soon
As long as I can bet on you crawlin' into bed after
Slippin' out your high heel
I wasn't tryna feel like this
I wasn't tryna feel nothing at all
I just came to meet my friends
And try to drink a long week off
I didn't wanna
to bed
Sleeping tight, when something stirring deep inside my head
Said "Wake up and cast your eyes to the door."
In a long flowing robe
She appeared
crackers in my bed anytime, baby
You can kick off all the covers in the middle of the night.
You can sleep with the window open wide.
Do anything as long
along
Cab skids down the freeway
Time to find a bed
For the weeks ahead
It's goodbye
Ice-lines rim the city streets
And tire-whines rip
along
Cab skids down the freeway
Time to find a bed
For the weeks ahead
It's goodbye
Ice lines rim the city streets
And tire-whines rip
(Kye Fleming - Dennis W. Morgan)
I woke up alone the bed was so cold
I learned a lot in just one night
I don't like T.V., I don't like to read
And I
Back in double-o-seven
Miss M was queen
She could roll like a pro rolls
When she was seventeen
Whether straight or hammered
She was the best
to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster, Lord
I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000
(Kye Fleming - Dennis W. Morgan)
I woke up alone the bed was so cold
I learned a lot in just one night
I don't like T.V., I don't like to read
And I
people still a target
Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
Feeling out of place as I whistle a cab down
If I tip extra, can I huff a cig'?
Blow my
Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. Is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
memory ain't gonna drown
Then rock bottom's gonna be a long way down
Ain't nothin' working like it did before
This ain't lookin' good
These double
tomorrow's bringin'
How I'm gonna make it tonight without you on the other side of the bed?
When that cab door closes, I'm in it
And when that plane takes
It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
She's got no money for a cab she's way to drunk to walk
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are
make yo bed rock
Tick, tock, nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots, we do wig shots
I do headshots, they do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot, make yo bed
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