Lyrics:
the mother of my children
I'm the rock she leans on
So thank you but no thank you
I'll be leaving alone
As we dance in the shadows
And you're holding me tight
She's the mother of my children
I'm the rock she leans on
So thank you but no thank you
I'll be leaving alone
As we dance in the shadows
And you
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you're not
to squeeze it but she then she
Oh, don't lean on me, man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh, don't lean on me, man
on my arm like I'm Brad Pitt
Trap phones on me and my paint dripping candy
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
Percocets getting
to squeeze it but she then she
Oh, don't lean on me, man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh, don't lean on me, man
I need you Lord, in all I do.
You're always there to see me through.
I can't get by unless I lean on you, Lord.
[Chorus]
The Lord has a will,
favorite pop star is into me, Yung Lean, and Charli
Know you wanna dream like Lean, wanna be like Lean
But it's not as easy as it seems
Who do I trust? Me
is
Thank God I know where the blessing is (yeah!)
Smoking loud like to pour lean (pour lean)
Luxury wheels, that you know whip (know whip)
Mama
I want to thank you for all of the letters
That you've been sending to me
For it's good to lean on
The strength of my family
To help me get through
baby, thank you for my tea
Baby, thank you for my tea
It's really so sweet of you to be so nice to me
Anna stand beside me lift your eyes to the window look and see
Anna let me hold you and for the thousandth time Anna lean on me
Anna see
All my memories are burnt
Like Yung Lean, imma make you hurt
Keep a shotty like I'm Kurt
Never went to school, never learnt
All my memories are burnt
know I'm gonna drive you crazy, gettin head on private plane right before I take off.
I got a mean ol' swag 'cause ya lead boy up.
Tell 'em lean on that.
to catch you when, catch you when you fall
Here's my shoulder, you can lean on me
Thank you Jesus, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Here's my shoulder, you can
to squeeze it but she... then she...
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
eyes
Thank you Lord for another day
Help my brother along his way
And please bring peace to the neighborhood
Grant us all peace and serenity
They're
Thank you Lord for another day
Help my brother along his way
Please bring peace to the neighborhood
To the neighborhood
Grant us all peace and serenity
had to squeeze it but
She - and then she -
Oh don't lean on me, man
'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back from Suffragette City
Oh don't lean
Pull up, uh
Yung nigga sippin on lean
I'm hitting the dank
Hitting the dank
Yung nigga rocking that shit
All of these bitches be fast
I'm all about
Ayy, yo, Yung Lean, yo, Yung Lean, where these bitches come from?
Tryna see who with the shits, who really down to get drunk
I might throw up, might
transmitting shit with an AIDS stick
You're gay as fuck like a fish stick
Tequila shots and salt licks
Getting balls in your face like a free kick
Yung Lean
to squeeze it but she... and then she...
[Chorus:]
Oh don't lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket
I'm back from suffragette city
Oh don't lean
Yung b the new wave fuck that nine to five
They should rename that shit the new slave
Had to get up on my hustle and get myself paid
Yung b yung b
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