Lyrics:
it's four in the morning, suns set and seven minutes with you and it's heaven
Ain't an hour that rolls by, I love you 24/7, 365
Give you my name, if you
Pour another glass, get to know me
We can do it big make a movie
We got all night so sip slowly
Give me your time and Ima make it rich
Ima show you
of me feelin' sorry for myself
Gonna get me somethin'
[Verse 1:]
You were, supposed to, make the plans it's not like
We got, all the girls, waitin'
started saying things like "I
Love women they make me feel
Like I'm gonna live forever" I thought
I was gonna be sick he
Spent the whole evening
Talking
be nice to me
Won't you be nice to me
So tired, so sad
So sick of being had
By everyone who comes along
Would it be so wrong
If you played
Ghetto idol I think, but what do I know?
Shit I know a lot more than I should
The hood stood by me just like I thought it would
Dont act like I'm
If it’s the end
If it’s the end
Yeah yeah
Black wolf
Somo Domo
Sweet like and salt and vinegar
I know a bitch by the name Vivica
She was sick
'Cause I feel like I'm a piece of shit every time she yells at me
Selfishly addicted, definitely doesn't help that she
Makes me feel like I've died
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
Self-destructing just to escape
Confidence is wearing thin
Irritated by the world
Withdrawn and broken
Too sick to care
Selfishly waiting for pain
Self-destructing just to escape
Confidence is wearing thin
Irritated by the world
Withdrawn and broken
Too sick to care
Selfishly waiting for pain
appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back
Adrenaline sight tonight
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires
the countdown
About to wear you out
Please don't make it easy
'Cause I'ma want you, all night
And you got something to teach me
And baby when I get it,
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
An' the sleep still in you eye
But when you hear me sing
You better make dem hammers ring
Wake up and go down Emanuel Road, man and boy
Got to break
Trust in me
Take me by the hand
Oh, give us a chip
Dreams are strewn across the sand
You won't need money
Well all the bent-back peddlers
Tell her try your best jest to make it quick
Whom attend to the sick
Cause there must be something she can do
This heart is broken in two
Tell her
Tell her try your best jest to make it quick
Whom attend to the sick
Cause there must be something she can do
This heart is broken in two
Tell her
24/7/365
Yeah, all my friends keep telling me that I got it bad
I don't know what the hell would make 'em say that
'Cause it's not like I'm dreamin' 'bout
modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my momma is sick, I'm by her beside
Used to watch the show on channel 4
chocolate's made
Open 24 hours, more than 31 flavors
To satisfy your craving
I know you're sick of the Kool-Aid
I got your upgrade
One sip, you'll be
I'm 24, it's the first time she sees me
Before he died, promised dad that she'd meet me
I know it ain't been easy, and I can't stay for the whole
raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps (sicker perhaps)
I stick a bush to make
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