Lyrics:
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
he's in your hands
And oh yeah Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home
We'll have some long talks you and I don't make me wait too long
We beg
to know how does the song go
Come hear Uncle John's band by thriver side
Got some thing's to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come here Uncle
day the stakes get bigger
Roulette, a different finger on the trigger
Down by the river that talks
The night speaks in searchlights
And shortwave
right
Let's talk about all our friends who lost the war
And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them
It's all of the good that won't
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
water and he won't just be a playa
He will be an extraordinary playa
Now we gonna turn the mack book from page 211 to chapter 187
And it talks about how
I don't like to talk about steppin'
But fuck it, saddle up, let's do it
Yeah, yeah, ayy (go Gates)
Smith & Wesson, snub nose, .38 with no hammer
they talk about
I'ma be the one they envy (yeah)
Hate it when you made it out the struggle
Love to see a nigga in the trenches (Pluto)
Went to sleep,
[Mannie]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cause its my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink moet
(Wop, go)
Friends (go, go), not many of us have them
Let's talk about friends (let's talk about it)
Not ones we can depend on, let's talk about
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
the throes of a mountain lion
They talk about my daughters hopin' I fly off of the handle
'Cause my first thought is to trample and write a thousand bars
all this talk about loving me, my sweet?
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Can't you understand me?
Now baby, please pull yourself
Step by step, I got a brand new walk
I even sound sweeter when I talk
I said, oh yeah
It must be love
(You know it must be love)
Let me tell you
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
Well, I got a feeling and I feel so strange
And everything about me seems to have changed.
Step by step, I gotta find me a walk.
I even sound different
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
'Cause baby it's over now
No need to talk about it
It's not the same
My love for you's
it won't let go.
Who wouldn't fall in love with you?
The moment you walk in the room,
I know for me it'd be impossible to do
Who wouldn't fall in love
my heart, hope to die
Is it love?
They're gonna talk about us
They're gonna stare when we walk by
They're gonna talk about us
For the first time
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the hometown a million miles away
Is the ice still on the river are
pain
Oh how it was so hard to climb so far to give it all up
For a moment of glory, glory
As the months rolled by and accusations fly
work with is iconic, it's ironic
My friends won't tell me that
My word play is psychotic
Our friendship is rocky, they think I'm cocky
I'm the new stock
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