Lyrics:
scared, we can make it happen anytime, anywhere
I'm prepared for y'all I swear, you can find me middle fingers in the air like
So many wanna see my fall,
Yeahhh
Bridge:
Shawty wanna ride for me!
Iced out shawty you can shine for me
We gone get this bag together
Birkin, louie, gucci whatever
Yeauuuhhh
the result of a congress
You’re such a rebel, well recalculate and think again
Your voice is a bad trip it’s driving me insane
Dissecting my mind questioning
just make me blue?
It won't be Christmas without you
I try to make it on my own
But this house don't feel like a home
2000 miles away tonight,
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
probably not opposed to it
But they don't understand, they gotta listen what I say to you
Put me in alternative cause I don't sound like the radio
But
She's pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
A buzz from
'll never meet another Mother Fucker like me
With the holes in my pocket of my ripped blue jeans
Never took off the locket that you gave to me last year
I
the radio
Ain't been two miles down the road
The way you look at me baby I don't know
If we even gonna make it to the party
Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon
the internet is the ring
You trained the artist from queens
Swing me at the fiends?
Def Jam supreme team the same thing
Except more it's more critical now
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
Record man play my song on the radio
You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much
wanna be yo homie
Lover, friend, in the club to the pony
You should be famous babe
The way you "Put It On Me"
Poor radio stations around the world
They
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
fun do what you wanna do
Probably add doubles and some edits to
She like baby could I link you
If you come link me
Tell me how you feelin
You Feeling
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
Hello?
Can you hear me?
It's funny how
They were sleeping on me when I had a dream
Especially them niggas in the hood who thought I'd never
on my lid
Now, he wanna ask me how it feel 'cause they say I'm that bitch
Let me slow it down, I make 'em move with it (move with it)
Do what it do
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where the fuck you been?
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you
slow.
If things were only like they used to be,
With you lyin' in love tonight.
I wish you'd call me on the telephone,
I don't wanna spend another
body-adi-adi
(do you want it?)
Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi
(what you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me
I make ya hotter than the
Next bitch
like classical music? Bro that makes me wanna cry
I’ma put your channel 6 feet under by the fourth of july
Bullying the brits and the euros man you
the rules
It's all calculated takin' steps by the 1 and 2
Please get out my section boy we stay with different crews
I just wanna know what you could do with
I can feel you baby
From the tone in ya vibe
Oh you missing me
Think I'm free for the night
Tryna link
Wanna creep up
You got nish in ya mind
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