Lyrics:
it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't goin' back to my old life
I promise
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (nah)
of wood
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good
When the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like start out
Just crying my heart out
She
the hunter gets captured by the game
I had to lay such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
Love hit me like a sudden slap
One kiss and then I
of wood
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good
When the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like start out
Just crying my heart out
She
day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning
of relief in his eyes.
Ain't that clown, laughin' like crazy
Ain't his eyes empty and deep
Don't he sound sad as a baby
When she cries out in her sleep
Fly, that you be on gone
Gucci on, Lanvin, Louboutin (uh)
And we high as the way that we cruisin' on
High like I, like mercury
Why do I mention
When the evenin' sun goes down
You will find me hangin' 'round
The night life, it ain't no good life
But it's my life
Many people just like me
true
It makes no difference by you
I'll be there with you
Ain't that lovin' you
Ain't that lovin' you baby
Lord
Ain't that lovin' you
I
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
me by the hand
If you want to
I think this is how love goes
Check yes or no"
Now we're grown up and she's my wife
Still like two kids with stars
Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like
It's hard I know when that love ain't true.
You just can't explain, but you know it's there,
That empty feeling seems so unfair.
What can you do
jeans and your Nikes, look at you
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do
'Cause I like you
This ain't for
pounding baby like it's gonna bust right on through
And it ain't gonna stop till I'm alone again with you
A friend of mine became a father last night
that)
We ain't supposed to love like that
Okay, it just hit 3:30, he ain't home yet
Okay, I might do some things that I'm gon' regret
He don't treat
And you just can't get it back
Let's face it"
For one split second
She almost turned around
But that would be like pouring rain drops
Back into
You look out the window
While I look at you
Sayin' I don't know
Would be like saying that the sky ain't blue
And boots weren't made for sitting
ain't got no pedigree
The sweat on this old collar
That's my Ph.D.
It comes down to this
I wouldn't exist
Without you it ain't worth the grind
I'd
just like Ronnie sang
Gimme my Eddie Money
Dead or alive on the 405
Traffic ain't moving yet
Dead or alive on the 405
Now it's a gray hair in a new
fails to get to me
Is the moment when I'm holding onto you
Ain't no moment like when I'm holding onto you
Baby we just rolled in
It's cold here in
the word that
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
He said he's gonna take it all back
If you ain't got it right come Christmas night
He's gonna put
was gonna be hard to keep up with the Joneses
But as fate would have it
That Atlanta magic got put out by them damn Padres
And I guess destiny ain't
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