Lyrics:
If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go
I can take you places you ain't never been before
Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know
I got
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
fast, I can't control it
I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I should've chauffeured
Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss
but had the same heart (yeah)
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
Fifth album, bumped heads in the parking lot (aight)
Was a quiet
And that fifth grade teacher wasn't terrible at all
No, things just ain't the way they used to be
The playground doesn't seem as big somehow
And I could put
. .
I looked back to see if you looked back,
And you looked back to see if I looked back
To see if you looked back to see
If I was lookin'
This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want to
Owww
was in the alley surrounded on all sides
The knife cuts both ways
If the shoe fits, walk in it
'Til your high heels break
And I fell from
we drifted from each other's heart
At first I thought it was just restlessness
That would fade as time went by and our love grew deep
In the end
plans? Better hurry 'cause time flies
Hold tight, get ready for the ride
If everythin' was easy, nothing ever broke
If everythin' was simple, how
the sound of my own name
Yes and only if my true love was waiting
And if I could hear his heart softly pounding
Only if he was lying by me
Then I'd lie
to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money,
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
The smell of the cemetery rain
Brings me on down to fifth grade
They buried Shelly-Mary's mom
I was too fat and weak to pallbear
Watched them
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
Gs
If one of deez niggas gave y'all a brick
Y'all fakin' y'all shit, imitatin' my hits
I'm takin' ova what a nigga got to say about da shit
Stop
the West
Clinch the fist; dismiss the stereotype myths
Loose lips sing ships, then plead the fifth
You hated this, no reason you hated this
If you only
thinking what if someone follow him to the crib
Prolly not, but still, from the head fish rot
He squat by the windowsill
The whores go back and forth
Whenever you want me, I'll be there
Oh, now this may take some time, but if time was money
I would be a millionare
So whenever you want me call, any
the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was
if you've got the money
Or if you're a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He's been playing real good for free
Nobody
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
Away in the distance there's
I was doing all right
Nothing but rainbows in my sky
I was doing all right
Till you came by.
Had no cause to complain
Life was as sweet as apple
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