Lyrics:
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
"objectifying," and "asshole-ish" (Dennis Rodman)
I made that up just for myself
"Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey, what's up Mike? I'm about to get in bed, you?"
"Well,
not
On my knees
They know
I'm ambitious
Envy my ambitions
Fire burning
In my heart
Got that heat vision
Dedicated
If you're underestimating
I dare you
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
up just for myself "Hey, Nicole"
"Oh, hey what's up Mike? I'm
About to get in bed, you?"
"Well, I'm chilling
I've just been thinking about you) "
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
All I hear is bullshit
I just hear a lot of blah blah
You hate it here today
But you'll love me by tomorrow
Thought we was for real baby can I get my
(Charlie Brown - "All good things must end")
believe it!
(Charlie Brown - Ive memorized that phrase by heart)
and you were born for this part
(Charlie
As long as you hear it
You'll never come near it
My music is fire
But some of it's trash
But y'all eat it up
Like it's brown and hash
I come from the south
'Bide by you heart
The boys think that I'm too guarded
Think I'm too hard
Just 'cause I cry in my room, don't
Mean I don't cry at all
Either
fam, for some damn food (Risks)
Take my bitch out to France, out to Cancún (France)
My wrist like a damn, you can splash, pool (Splash)
Money root
Considered it fun
Stuck in the studio, supplying tracks for you to bump
For my Brown homies, & the down homies
All the ladies going crazy, here's a round on me
Brown skin, Brown eyes, Black smile
Black thighs, Brown hair, Black mind
Brown care, Black cry
The pressures beating on you
Your loved and I'm
made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do
If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo
My team's official, you
for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating
full of love for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul
for you
My life has been waiting for your love
My arms have been waiting for your love to arrive
My heart has been waiting
My soul anticipating
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is
Little brown blues
Little brown blues
Little brown blues
Now you’ve got me here ashamed
To say I feel this way
Who knew my heart will never change
About my
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