Lyrics:
and trade me in
We used to be the perfect combination
We fit so well like we were tailor-made
I hope we're still sat here when we're vintage gear
Would you trade your soul in heartbreak, lay
Down your life for love
Sacrifice the meaning that you
Found in stars above
I dream of contracts signed
Breath in
The stale air
Two more
Weeks in there
Time to stand my ground
Compose of what I've found
Cause I was
Stoned and blind
Auto-pilot mind
And I
a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's
a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's
combination
I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
Although I know that he's awaitin'
To get a hold of my biochemical equation
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him,
Wine glass of yo favorite wine
Are you gone tell me about all the things that you been having on your mind
Don't keep it in
I'm here to listen
just imagine)
Combination so sensual wetness in the atmosphere
Us 2 in the same room climax is near
[Verse 1]
You can call me Chameleon in the bed
Do you
Jihad or no IRA
We need to put our hearts together
Set up a rhythm in combination
And if we put our hearts together
We get a rhythm that will shake
to the mid 20th century
Their metal content varied from copper to brass
Most manilla were manufactured in England or France
And like trade beads, were used
smokin' in a spaceship
Kush got many flavors
Sweets, sweets got flavors
Oh the, oh the combinations
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm timeless, aye
Bitch I'm, bitch I'm
old
The tennis-cuban combination getting cold
They want my spot, they're plotting on me getting bold
I'm always in a new location, i'ma go
Yeah
'Cause I
fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge, Poncitoula,
back I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge,
An introverted extrovert
Two for one in this advert nothing more
You can't trade this up
How insecure may be no doubt
The only thing I'm sure about I am
Inclined
Look, I'm razor sharp, ain't no cut in my throat
If you smell me, you see I'm dope, ain't no cuttin' my coke
I'm still, rough with the quotes,
blocks dude
Cam phone pipes (hey)
I know you here em
Please who in your room would trade places with me
If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you
blocks dude
Cam phone pipes (hey)
I know you here em
Please who in your room would trade places with me
If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you
think you really safe
I reveal the combination then I open up the safe
And the energy I’m holding will illuminate the space
I’m the judge for your
self-restraint, I'd hate to miss my mark on this
Put my life in order, face my path, and know where ill find it
Hiding in the back of my head… by where I keep my
more than an average Joe
Now I'm at a point, in my life where it's really sink or swim
Squiddy on this joint and I think we gonna win
Our combination
Living life large ain't no time for lanes
From the streets of Full House we made major gains
Olsen twins legends breaking all restraints
Rollin' in
I’m the top banana in the world full of Monkeys I’m spunky not money hungry funny and sweet like honey I got mad lyrics like an earth quake I shift
I'm alright, here on the floor
Climbing up the walls and I think I'm in a car
Take my words, for when we're away
I tell them to my back almost
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