Lyrics:
What?
Here we are, money on my mind (now)
Here we are, place most never find (now)
Here we are, I'm not coming down (now)
Here we are, lifetime
Panafricanist
Blackexllence
This who am unapologetic
Proud others hide when they suppose to speak
First love Steve
Was Young and naive
Couldn't see beyond love
I know living with me ain't always easy
I dam up emotions some men just let flow
But girl when you're not by my side I feel a part of me has died
On my worst, the work is overshadowed by the monte
Had to buy some clothes that fit me
And pretend I like agave
With a promise to his congress not
the dark
To show each other, forgetting all the rest
Then something happened and we left without the best
chorus
Written by Steve McClintock and John
Laying here in your arms and you hold me tight, tight
Tryin' not to watch the clock
Tick, tickin' as the time goes by (by)
And I know that you
if you eat it by yourself
Then you're the "heavy breather!"
The world's divided in two camps
You don't like it-or you do
You can't escape that aroma
feelin'
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I'm feelin'
This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
to be
'Cause, shorty, you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
It is not about lyrics anymore
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's
You ask me what I want.
You ask me what I need.
It's nothing you can buy.
My heart's not ruled by greed.
I don't love a diamond.
Diamond's you
don't mind
I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight
'Cause everything good happens after midnight
I'm feeling kinda freaky
Maybe it's
he thinks of
So next Christmas
I'm not all alone, boy
Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again
If he won't be
Laying here in your arms and you hold me tight, tight
Tryin' not to watch the clock
Tick, tickin' as the time goes by (by)
And I know that you
(Alvin) The bass is center solid as a rock
(Christian) When your body starts moving U know U just can't
stop
(Vic) It's played with the soul not just
Good nigga, good heart
Lotta lives was saved by (me), salute
Bad Boy, Ruff Ryder, lotta money was made by (me)
Real talk
Large bag from Steve Stout,
am I to love you when I'm feeling this way and I've got nothing to offer?
L.A, not quite the city that never sleeps
Not quite the city that wakes,
not much to say
When the silence got too loud for me to bear
You brought me love and taught me how to care
CHORUS Just to be loved by you
It's like
first, where do I start
This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin,
want the answer, I want my stuff
I'm dealing with a feeling deeper than love
But I'm helpless, so helpless, but I remember
She keeps saying breakaway
forget
I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt
She was killing me in that mini-skirt
Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
She had
to one in love, oh love
Can't you understand it
Girl you know how much I care
It's not the way I planned it, no
If you could only know my feelings
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
It wasn't that I didn't love you
I just couldn't make you see
That as hard as I've tried
To make it all better
It was not better for me
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true
And I am a fool for beauty
Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you
I could have bound you too
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