Lyrics:
we're fighting, and
2AM we're ending, and
3AM I love you, and
4AM I'm crying
By 5am we're making a mess
But I gotta face it, I love you less
When you're
Come on, gang, you know, by by by, oh yeah
Do the bang, yeah, you can't miss
Everybody, yeah, it goes like this
You gotta dance, got me swayin', got
By now you have observed
I was a little over-served last night
I need to catch a few Z's
Baby please turn off that bedroom light
See the boys are
if you know that then you're good to go
Yeah, no dreams too big
Chase anything you have the passion to do
Only a dream 'til it happen to you
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it
a hatchet one cold weary morning he killed
two children and the widow Green
Five thousand people gathered there in Ripley invited
by the sheriff Jay O Sean
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
was at home eating clementine
I got all these problems like I'm Jay-Z but he 60 (uh)
Nobody to guide me, hope this label never trick me (uh)
To keep
do a deal while you desperate (Don)
Sometimes you gotta let God fix it
'Cause if you do, you goin' to jail, they want you to rot in that cell
Devin
talking marriage
I like what I see
I might put a ring on it
Word a B and Jay-Z
But before I do that let me put a hand on it
Oh so hot I could catch
How dare you forget about Bam and Zulu?
Kool Herc and Jazzy Jay they paved the way
Let me spit it for y'all who said I wasn't gon' make it
Every time
slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But where does it leave us
Were they right or were they wrong
Gotta have hope
Gotta
have mentioned before setting off,
Is dreams are kind of reserved for,
The teens who have a knack,
For being conceived by rich dads,
So if you believe
Be nice, girl!
You have to pay a price, girl!
They like to give advice, girl!
Don't think about it twice, girl!
It's time to get to work!
Art
should have burned it down
Sunday morning came and now you're gone
I should probably know this shit by now
Ah, oh
I should probably know this shit by
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thang, ayy (ayy)
Buy eighteen the hard way (let's get it)
And have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Mirror mirror on the wall who's the saddest of them all
But I don't have to see I know it's gotta be me
Every time the wind blows at my window
I
on my way
Sex or serious conversation, I'll listen to what you have to say
This ain't gotta see about a wham bam thank you ma'am
I'm not like these
the room (Jay Walk) (keep your foot on their necks)
Because owning the room (Jay Walk)
she has to be able to have all eyes on her (Jay Walk, Jay Walk))
So
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
these sweatpants
Pockets full of gas, rubber bands, lots of cash
However long it last, nigga, I'm a have a blast
Dive in, make a big splash
Nova tint,
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