Search results for 'really like by mr lil one' Page #10,860

I'm out of sight
I'm not really one for believing But I can't trust when you're holding back secrets
I'll be gone by the end of the day When I've had my

to come average, not the average MC

So feel me in your shanana, deep in your spirit, huh
Girl wake your ass up, pass me by like Pharcyde
Whenever I'm in

I tried everything to make sure we got closer.
But you would rather play me like a game with a controller.

Now you wanna talk you see my life it's

now it's been what feels like
A thousand, a million or four simple days
Without you

And the fact is, I know that I'll see you so soon
But I really miss

cap with that
Folk be ashamed on the low
Flippin' the script like acrobats

In my life I just see growth
Pushin' me forward, no lappin'
Back til he,

Fight, keep moving, gotta rise up
We're all living through and sharing hard knock days
I won't lie; the quiet life never really suited us
Here we go!

If you really love me don't take my soul
When I'm not with you I lose control
I can't take it serious when you tell me you're sore
Baby don't you

I swear that you know back roads
Inside my head but that's decided by my backbone
But back home you know half of what i said truth
You hit my phone

There's always something you make me do
I don't wanna be part of this whole I like you, but yes, maybe, no
Maybe it's all in my head
But the fire is burning

the one

Dear Heaven mystical powers
Wanted us to stay for hours
Its crazy we met before we really met
And now I'm haunted by nothing but your silhouette

pluck myself some chickweed
cnd sprinkle it with flickweed
I'll even add some seaweed
If I'm living by the sea

Did you ever think a weed
Could be

Really such a rush though keeping up with cutthroats
If you must know you can ask around about me
I be pullin up when you see the fog get cloudy
Catch me

forgive me for not spilling all the right bull
Wait what is this song about? Doesn't really matter

Will you tell me if I'm being too much now
Just messing

you, you ain't gotta front for the streets
We were born to ride, Bonnie and Clyde
Like your favorite gun, I was right by your side
See my love is true,

want
No hoe this ain't what you want
Count dough hoe finessing like the mob
Yeah riches is all we really want
Oh riches is all we really want
Spend all

want, it's what you need
So what do you need?
Baby, is it me?
I really hope that's what you want because it's me
I guarantee, but you disagree
I really

foe's
They aint really my friends
Keep em close like a phone
They just chasing my trends
And I'm really a goat
Aint gon say it again
I been smoking Zaza
I

under the bright lights I feel free
In the night time in the city I believe
And the only things I ever really need to know
Are who I am, who I was,

And I don't know why I'm crying
Ears full of tears from trying all the time
To be honest, I don't buy it
You're just like me by lying that you're fine
But

be a sad mess, surrounded by bad press.
I'd be like Ted Cruz, eyes shut, fallin' asleep on your sorry ass.
Give me a bed dude, I'll pass, I'd rather

If we both died tomorrow I really wouldn't care
In smoked out cars, forbidden lovers in my hair
Lies I told just to mask the fears
All climax into

'm sorry, I'm not in a cotton field
Okay?
You should be
Oh, I should be?
Talking like that

I'm really offended that Councilman Lee would make me appear to be

Six Ways To Sunday
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Maybe God thinks of me as a friend, I only call him once a week
Are you sure you want to know

Yea i'm drippy head to toe on gang I got that crazy fit
Kicked this bitch up out my spot that girl was throwing fucking fits
Niggas really thinking