Lyrics:
chance
Am working below capacity
You're keeping a distance
It's disturbing my capability
A fraction is not enough
Give me the whole stuff
A fraction is
Provision means the supply of stuff we need
In this world god does not just give you expensive stuff
But god gives you water to drink
From the storms in
that I want so a nigga feel stuck
Pissed at stuff cause Im wishing stuff and not getting stuff no one gives a fuck
Struggling no one gives a fuck
never gonna give you up
'Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff)
Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, yeah)
My god knows I'm not the man that I
my head lucid dreaming
You a hoe I do not care bout your feelings
Me and bae don't care about you you not important
Try to give me my stuff back girl
People don dey talk say I get craze o
But I don't a give a toss
'Cause na you wey dey make me craze
Reality or not this is real life o
Can't seem
true colors
Don't want to bond with you don't want to fill Sean Connery's shoes
Not one to be rude or give you stuff you're gonna misuse
I've got
the door
(Just answer your phone please)
I've said sorry a bunch
But i know that's not enough
I try to give you stuff
But you just rip it up
You like to see
all these songs
It calls my name
It calls my name
Push my chips in 'til you call my bluff
Try my damn best not to touch the stuff
Only give
gotta do to get through to you
That one's too many but not enough?
I gotta give it up that stuff
Now you've got my attention
What is your real intention?
I had an appointment just the other day
The doctor came in he said you've got to get away
Too much junk and not enough brush
I'll give you stuff
someone else
Then my life would be different
You always doing stuff
Why not give me attention
I'm no assistant
Yeah yeah yeah
I heard it
Why why why
You
type of person, you'd be having the spirit
you'd be like into Christmas and jolly and like to give gifts and stuff
Not very many of us
Alright, how many
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that
Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, an' stuff like that
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, an' stuff like that
Do it, do it, do it, do it
blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, an' stuff like that
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
Uh, uh, an' stuff like that
Do it, do it, do it, do it
want all my stuff back
I gave my all to you
But you broke my heart into
Whatever pieces I collect from your mess
And I'm about to just give up
I up
wants me not
I don't do chances, 'cause time just ain't what I got
If he's like that, I got a world tour that they need me at
I can't be sitting 'round
wants me not
I don't do chances, 'cause time just ain't what I got
If he's like that, I got a world tour that they need me at
I can't be sitting 'round
Above all else
I'm gonna thank me for the stuff I've done
For the stuff I'll do, for the stuff I love
For the stuff I've lost and the stuff I've won
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