Lyrics:
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, yachts yeh
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, yachts yeh
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
[Robin Thicke]
Meiple,
i like to play cheek to cheek,
2 kids in the sandbox baby,
You remind me of St Tropez,
Sandy beaches, and yachts yeh
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
here strutting, babe
Sparks in my room, pain's in the air
Let's pop us a pill, I'll let you know when I feel something, babe
Uh, tell me not to love
Yeah, Robin Thicke
You know how it goes
Come on come on
Now you feeling like a pimp,
You got everything you want, no wonder
Come on come on
'Cause
things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get
it's my turn
Don't get me wrong, Nate, you've had a great run
But it's time to give the people somethin' different
So without further ado, I'd
Like
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
another play but wait
When the final act is over
And you're left standing all alone
When he takes his bow and makes his exit
Girl, I'll be there
flat when that click clack heard
Smoking a blunt of keisha, got good girl, you can get served
Dirty city working my nerves, feel like the purge
Niggas
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
because that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change
And I do it twice,
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
because that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, trying to get some change
And I do it twice,
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
I don't know what I'm sensin' but I could smell it
When you write me back, just tell it, I'ma soak it up, inhale it (inhale it)
Heard you got
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
're a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like, "Wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
"When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in your schedule, I'm flexible"
Expired tags on the Saturn
Got Kathryn Beck in the back in Daisy
There will be trials on the way but listen when I tell you
This little robins beat the odds to come and bring you the news
There's nothin' in the world
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