Lyrics:
bless
She's the way of my success
Between me and you there's a difference
I mean a little finesse
Whatever I've done, was by myself
Listen, please
body get loose
Got to say girl it seems like you ready
Trying drown in that pussy if let me
In the mirror that body perfection
So I know it's a little
prayers
I expect that accept no favors
I unleash prayers do whatever the tongue say
It's fair warning for there's a storm a hurricanes
Listen to drake
your slave
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you
Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your
wavy baby you my lovable
Bubble-bubble
Bubble-bubble-bubble
Bubble gum
My yummy yum
To the pillow, uh
By the window, uh
But don't be too still though
the locker room
They had us written off
Fans were headed home
Got to give them something to root for
Make some adjustments now I can do more
Little by little
this mother fucker that wanna gone head and mean mug me
Since i was was little
I been the pick of the litter
If something went wrong
They was like
in my deathbed
It gets so hard, little baby
It gets so hard to get through
I dropped my little baby
And broke her sweet heart into two
Tried to pick
wars on foreign shores
That's what people are talking about
Some have a little and some have not
I'm getting by with what I've got
The rich getting
Sugar sand, no plan attitude
Chilling at a beach house barbeque
The only hurricane I'm gonna see
Is this cold drink in front of me
Left the rat race
We can live on the run
Taking the world by storm
Like a hurricane
My body's numb
When you're around me
Boy, you're like Novacane
You say you can't
If what goes around comes around
You got a lot coming
If you see me in the streets, boy
You better start running
I'm the hurricane your God sent
I can't seem to shake
This funny feeling deep inside my brain
Earthquakes and hurricanes
A barometric improbability
I can't stop it from flooding
I
over, watch me over
Do your, do your, hit the bass line
Do your, do your, hit the bass line
Look
I got this bad little time from the city
I told her, if
just because I had no money and I smoked a little weed
They taught our kids that that all the dads was deadbeats and hit em with all sorts of taxes
hurricane into a rage
You got caught up in the way I
Was starin' at your friend
But, I was staring at the door, I
Was waiting for this party to end
It's
and the shirt on my back, little else
It's all love and it always will be
From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps
Uh, but this house ain't mine
No more so I
a hurricane, over Louisiana
And I let you, yeah
'Cause I love everything about you
Yeah I love all the little things
Like when you roll your eyes like
a hurricane, over Louisiana
And I let you, yeah
'Cause I love everything about youeco brva
Yeah I love all the little things
Like when you roll your eyes
The story of Hurricane, and imported sugar cane
And snappy pop coming out three for a dollar
What, Peter loves who? Yo don't bother to hail it up
In
I'm a hurricane, you're my best friend
Now it's Friday I'm in Love 'til it's everyday
Pick me off the ground
Turn my song up loud, my girl
Am I
Big ole car moving fast,
Watch the world go spinning by
Little wheels inside my brain,
God I wonder where I'm going
Where you going? Need
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool
Everybody needs love
You're no exception to the rule
And don't make me feel like a fool
'Cause I'll try a little harder
You'll see it my way
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