Lyrics:
croaked
With watering eyes and a voice that choked
She said: "With such a voice and strings golden in the sun
She must be one foolish girl!"
But, "Don't
and your ass goes stumbling
Out the back with your neck in a rut
Gotta get home before the sun comes up on my...
[Chorus (1x)]
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies
so why try?
End the night with a kiss and a bye bye
No strings attached, your love is so Wi-Fi
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into
Chorus 0:13-0:26
If I let you go
Would you find your way home
Home back to me
Home back to me
Home back to me (down)
Bridge 0:28 - 0:40
If you
(Get freaky)
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
reflections on my life and its sections and its fretted, like the middle age man with his faked healthy tan in his luxury sedan driving home to suburbian lands,
note by note by note
Instrumental
Touch me with your baby blues
Romance me with a sexy song
Feel my heart strings beating strong
Hold me squeeze me all
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Hoes just, tripping man
Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And Jerked me out in the middle
nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You want to fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here,
There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I
love company, but you know how the bidness be
One day you're in love with me, the next day we enemies
String me along and try to play me like
we'll want to go home
The dreams that you had so increasingly sad
That you never outgrew
Wasting your time with the ladders you climb
Nothing ever comes
You walk alone, that's what you say
Two sticks are thrown, the string will fray
No daddy's phone, no sign to please
Go running home in artificial
the logic?
When you ugly thing who's really dim
Meets a beautiful intelligent woman
Who ends up going home with him
We're a slave to the gods of love
face
The passers by were grim like they were
Lost in their own fate
Had to work this out with someone
Before it got too late
We are far from home
Far
acoustic
My advice to you is stay home, make some harder music
Self-quarantine cause your work is non-essential
Everything I drop is over the top
with the vines
To rid myself our disgraceful and human designs
Mother please forgive me
I didn't mean to pain you so
My life was commanded by
Forces
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
backpack
And slip another clip in the strap and let the gat clap
And that's that, I be stupid, ruthless
With a flow that be travelin' like loose acoustics
You make me feel like a bird with no wings
You make me feel like a guitar with no strings
You make me feel like a song with no words
I lost my
There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I
All we got to do is go back home (Where?)
And turn our communities
Into productive places
All we gotta do is go back home
And make our communities
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