Lyrics:
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
the days where I've called you my own
You said I'm cold as the stone
The things in my songs are just not what I've shown
I let you in my home
I put you
been killing the game for seasons, believe him
That I'm the motherfucking one to breed them and lead 'em
In a league my own, you ain't even made it up
to the ground
We rose up together, the victory moved me
To make a musical sound
But Willie got there first
Put falling in love to a beautiful verse
Like
then make love, I shape shift round fake hugs
Friday's a pay stub by Mondays I'm broke fuck
See it's a viscous cycle that we gotta break
I'm saving money
used to the pain that I
Can't see the sunshine no more
I'm so used to the pain that the
Love sickness feels like the cure
But if only you gave me
Hallelujah baby hallelujah
Now step right up and don't be shy
You can tell by my face i'm a nice guy
How much does this cost, this stuff
Well lady what's in
in common is they both pay respect to me
I get it my way from Friday to Friday
My girl is a mix of Aaliyah and Sade
I came a long way from that
what's the numbers to dial
Jonny T's the name and I'mma spell it out
By the end of the night, you gon yell it out
Love, I'm not full of myself
I got 3
(body shakin' all around)
Know one thing (I'm gonna be) I'm gettin' down
Check the mirror, I'm lookin' fly
Round up your posse, jump in my ride
love again
I can't love you like I used to
Can't sing songs that are acoustic
Cuz if I see your face one more time
I'll fall in love again
I don't wanna
faster than yours
Here Quan here I go I'm faded
Nigga blast it some more
She want all the s'mores
Man I'm behind in the hills in L.A (Hollywood)
I ran
URBAN! Style
I have wide vision in mine
I'm possessed by URBAN! Style
Love big avenues and crowds
Like vain place to cure me
I'm possessed by URBAN!
Oh,
(nope)
So I like to kick a little funk in your ear
My acoustic real sick
Type of hype a dialect makes shit real thick
The funk data that flows fatter
I don't need
Got a boy he agreed
Fell in love lovely
Now he broke
Paying thee
Another dance
Another fee
Get him home
Its by the creek
Or by the crick
I see in your eyes
No surprise
I’m surmised
I can feel your tempo
Saw you in line
Walking by
At the bar
Tryna get your info
But I
I don’t
you know what I'm saying?
[Chorus: x 2]
I can't wait til next Friday (next Friday)
That's when a brother gets paid (gets paid)
I've got plenty
Lifelines thrive
At the best of times
Strengthen ties
That love might bind
Or cast away
Your spring in May
What charms display
The same flowers that die
By
by the phone
Any situation, just standing by the throne
I'll be her King though my power turn on
Homie love too I'm always in the mood
And when she be
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.
were problematic, 'cause all of your exes are mad
Somehow, I'm back in your arms, told you, "Get back in my car"
I know you don't really love me, you
Love is my religion
Love is my religion
Love is my religion
Hey, you can take it or leave it
And you don't have to believe it
Well I'm done
Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I be in the hood
And I'm feeling bad, might do a drive-by
Future got it bad, I'm
will ever rule my mind
Well I'm guilty of love
By my own admission
Come on girl let me do my time
Hey, when I call you
I need to fill
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