Lyrics:
the wrong things
Time's flying by, moving so fast
You better make it count 'cause you can't get it back
Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is
When Jenny was a little girl she only dreamed of trains
She never played with dolls or lacy kinds of things
Jenny counted boxcars instead
collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style
just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh)
But you knew that, I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)
Life is so cruel
It'll stab you in the back
Don't stay down like a fool
Counterattack
Right off the bat I would just like to say things
Don't always
My shit is
The slo mo, crept up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice
Crease my scar peice
Laid back in my seat
Right near
Sweet sailing breeze
Carrying my darling back to me
Kisses if you please
Love laid down for all to see
And if I see you going
I know it would be far
thing that hurts is the memory
Of having once lived by myself
And I've tried every kind of woman
I said woman, put my love out on the shelf
Took
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
again?
I'll be back in a minute
You can get it together by then
What was it you wanted?
You can tell me, I'm back
We can start it all over
Get it back
cast to the flames of Hell to serve an eternal grave]
(Even in the Afterlife, things don't always go as planned)
[As Satan's throne sees ??, it's hectic
laid back
Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feeling like a sofa
Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over
Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now
Marilyn, Violet, Diana
All of my kind women who came before me
Blonde i dyed my hair black for you
I turned my back on that black pond
I swear I won't stop
have a little fun
I can tell you things I don't, by the way you embrace me
But that's the way it's gonna be
Yeah, yeah
Alright
Every little thing we
the good and bad, 'cause you know the kind
The world is passing you by, but right down the line, down the line
[Chorus]
Whoa, to New Orleans, maybe
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed
and Nine
Then out of her coat taking seven harmonicas
She sat down to play on a doorstep
Saying, Come back to my place I will show you the stars
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed
an AC or windows down
Let's stop by the mall, pick up a thing or two, If you see something you like for free then
Grab it boo
Let's stop by the food court
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
and I worked my way up by hard
Work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by
Hard work.
Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out
And through the years
Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, Babe
I think this thing is getting kind
Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
Showtime is almost here
Teased up by a strip cartoon
Laughing up your sleeve
Sniggering in your beer
He'd seen
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