Lyrics:
Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls, double-dutch
swear I felt like a little child
For she was more beautiful than ever
A healing sight to my own eyes
And the fact that we were together
Never crossed
I used to know
It's a game and it don't play easy
It's a game played by you and me
And time likes to spend itself so freely
On anything it sees
Tote
Songs that I made all alone in my bedroom
Chasing girls the only thing I was into
Still the same but just a little bit more
I'm in touch with my personal
never have said
Those three little words
I'm imprisoned by all that they stood for
And whether or not I believed them
In the moment they escaped my lips
Strofe 1:
Zero interest, it's nonsense. I can't earn a thing.
Lots of stakes, money in the black, Just like “Mister Warren Buffett”.
Best to stay calm
in the house!
I said nowadays Brooklyn ain't the same
And life's a scam and I'd rather be paid
Credit card by that fuckin' BOA
But if you want
But you smile because you don't care
Nappy hair and long legs
You seen that nigga run?
Took off like a bullet shot down by a bullet [?] it
Didn't
Well it's early evening and I'm at your door
Thinking of things to say
It's been a long hard week since I saw you now,
Baby, you're always worth
Grace slips through me like sunlight. Rain falls hard on your face
All the little things we should have done Let's go back to where we started from
Walking with your head held high
You must continue to try
Importance on the little things
cnd all the comfort that they bring
Take a grip
Stand your ground
Your reflection looks so bright
On a puddle by the road
Like you're part of the vibration
In the city that glows
Living in a world that moves so fast
thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick
My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick
I leave my socks right on the floor cause this is my shit
'm an asshole or maybe I'm just thick in the head
But I think that most important things can't really be said
Like how our hearts move in figure eights
and how
She made the tea so dark and sweet
Just like her granddaughter's Cherokee eyes.
And there's a salesman in New York,
who knows her shoe size by heart.
the green
(yeah) in this cold-hearted world of ours
1st Verse: I saw a man sitting on the side walk
with a little tin cup
that had a couple of bucks in it
a peach tree in the summer sun
With bonnie little branches always on the run
And when cold winds shake your branches like a crooked gun
I'll be there my
(Secure the bag, know what I'm sayin'? Banrisk on the beat)
(Ayo, Perish, this shit hot, boy)
People change like the tides in the ocean
At least
Girl, you're changing my mind
Simply by the way you look in my eyes
It's clear that spring romance is upon us
And I couldn't want anyone but you
the little things that you say to me
Won't forget it, ruminate for days
So sue me for caring
You know I'm easily swayed
I wanna laugh and cry with you
I wanna
place inside
Cause every tear you've cried
Is one more reason to try
On stage and I run this show
Show you things you'd never know
Like just how far Ill
Help me dance my way to the coast where we first met
I was gone away from my town for the weekend
Gorgeous little thing like you got me twisted
And I can
a protocol
My photocopy is not here
Little bro need photoshoot
Lack of fan base makes me weak
Fantastic street cypher
Circled by bunch of dope rappers
But I
a protocol
My photocopy is not here
Little bro need photoshoot
Lack of fan base makes me weak
Fantastic street cypher
Circled by bunch of dope rappers
But I
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