Lyrics:
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages?
Deep under winter snow
Deep lay the lambs
And tonight by
Because I love you babe
And i need you
Right here by my side
Ghetto woman come on home to me
I'm dying sorry and I can't seem to break free
missin' your chance
When it's starin' right at ya,
That look in your eye says everything and tells me I'm home,
For once in my life I don't feel
Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
(June, you're a genius)
I said, I respect it, no problem
I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
My
to maintain but the feeling won't change
I'm sorry for the things that I've done and what I became
Caught up in living my life in the fast lane
Blinded by
need you
Right here by my side
Ghetto woman come on home to me
I'm dying sorry and I can't seem to break free
10-4 over and out
The way we talk sometimes you'd think
Our love is filled with doubt
But when we're all alone by
The fireside of our home
The angry
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
Will be fully
drugs and cars
I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you
'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you
Oh, I feel so sorry
Nah, I ain't tryna rage
That's all I'ma say
Money on my mind
I'm tryna go get paid
Shawty wanna fuck
She tryna go get laid
Put that dick in her
I stay up waiting
Saving my love for you (it's gon' be a wonderful summer)
(Folarin, Ralph)
Sorry, Charlie Murphy was having too much fun
They
ain't never tripping
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
I'm talking about money and the power
Power and the money
This shit is magic Stan Van
good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it's startin' to fell like I'm
buzz but I'm not impressed
No stress I'm on a boat in my nautical vest
Feel like Victor Wembanyama cause I know I'm up next yea
I'm feeling like Victor
No love
Okay, I'm gonna tell you everything
The whole truth, not fractions of a bad lie
You're my homie, baby you're my only
She's the past, you're my
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch
couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it, could ya
See yourself with a nigga workin' harder than nine to five
Contend
I'm sorry to say that you don't know me
I'm sad in ways you never understood
Each time I try to tell the ugly truth, you always let it pass you by
'cause I'm sorry (four)
This is not apology (skate)
You are such a distraction (four)
Mess with T on-off (skate)
Fourin' up my ambiance, pause (four)
my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I
What I gat to be
Say
Jay you know
Baba you know
Oluwa you know oh
What I gat to be
I'm living today
Is not by my power
I'm living today
Is not by my
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