Lyrics:
some wine
I got plenty weed to get high
End up in the sheets by the night
Put it to the side
Love it when we slide
Put it to the side
Love it when we
problems here
Deep in outer space real far from fear
Satellite, they pass me by, they pass me by
So many nights I wanted to cry
Wanted to fly away away
You see I like to kick my feet up
Sipping on some margaritas
But they fucking up the re up
These niggas foul they T'd by
She say she love my skin
be on my grind
If it ain't about no Benjamins
I'm like never mind
I fell in love, bad bitches and dollar signs
Me and Tip, back of the back, I recline
love to you baby
Take me high like satellites
Love when you misbehave
Blue moon
Blue moon
Hell yea
Blue Moon
Oh yea
I wanna make love on the moon
hit you with the law try to take your home
Break into your house in the middle of the night, track you on a cell phone by satellite
Stopped N.Y. time
win
All these satellites litter the sky
Not even we can see past these material things
Not even when it's free, yeah
There's a million ways that
breath
Like I'm by your side
感じた体温
Outside is cold
この方が見つけやすい kind of love
また一瞬で
You always take my breath away
踊れない without you
Nobody can find
the moon was mine
And it's a big deal
That the stars are outshined
By those lifeless satellites
Tell me whose dream are we in
Tell me whose dream
You need fitness, nigga
Ridiculous how I spit this
Off the tip, tip, of my high
Get my dick tip sucked by your thot
On my cot on the cot, on my yacht
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
also representing man
By the way he'd rise and fall
Never knew his father
For that he blamed his mother
He bust her ozone layer to prove he didn't love
Oh Lord your love never fails me
Your grace won't disgrace me
Your love keeps coming down on me yeah
Oh Lord your love never fails me
Your grace
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 FM on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, CD, radio and your stereo
the freedom they'd save
On the TV broadcast they said it won't last
All over by Sunday consigned to the past
The clean-up starts Monday despite the bomb
Written by robin lane & jimmy cipolla
Produced by david kahne
Released on 'when you're a boy' (1991)
I had a lover, but haven't we all
He had
Wondering if they would land if this was an emergency
Or if I might just die of a prescripticide, we'll see
What a luxury to die inside a plane
Instead of by
Love me like you do
Lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do
Lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do
To-to, touch me like you do
Love me
New satellite, cover's blown
I try my best to reach the phone
Protection is less, my time to show
A lot of this has really made do it and go
Why get
of satellites
When our world does turn upset
Would you stand by me and sing me a lullaby
Together we will make it through
EVERYDAY EVERYDAY IN LIFE Oh
EVERYDAY
the struggle for God loves you
All of His children, possess the power to overcome the ways of the flesh
We're hidden from death and strive as we staying alive
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
denied by the rising tides
Oooh the way you lie to me when you say
I'd rather stay in bed and dream
See my garden overgrow than to know
That love has
of love
Eggs on demand, and a kettle that boils all day
Hey little squid, come out of the water
Hey sister ray swimming by, how's your day?
Mr kingfish,
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