Lyrics:
My voice can't be muted
Like Elliot I'm juking
Tapped in with myself I'm feeling like Goku
Turned ultra instinct can't detect my movement
I knew you
In my arms tonight
In my arms tonight
Oh woah
In my arms tonight
In my arms tonight
Oh yeah
Walking down the street
Vibing out with you
Dance right
Elliot Sadler
Your fantasy girl ain't in my top 5 I sat her
Oh God why he always talkin' shit?
Hella fuckin' sauce, Boy-Ar-Dee my fit ooh
You hardly legit
barista, mother load was named Teresa
Bubble gum I cum Bazooka, Dirty Dan, Dean and Deluca
Smoked banana in your hookah, now I know the brand is RVCA
can't find me in their manhunt
Ay, my lyrics be permanetly etched in your head, like a tattoo
But they keep tryna keep it out, so they be doin taboos
I
generation
To be by your side, to be everything you need
To hold your hand in mine, to take your hand in mine
Heaven in your arms, walking slowly
Heaven in
who's shooting last
I don't like no body
I've been by myself in the hotel lobby
If you tryna slide I'm on the top floor shawty
Dancing with my demons in
you to the game you'll find another
Havin' rich dreams went to sleep in H&M, woke up in Amiri Denim Someone give me Elliot number
I need him to fix my
That was a, a Little Richard number that the boys rather like
And hope you liked it, ooh my soul
And, ooh, my arms
We've, we've just flown in
Oh
They took and skinned my name
Try to raise the feeling
I saw right through, tried to love them
They threw it in your face, tell you what
I was ridin' 'round in my Tonka (Skrrt)
I was servin' bags then blew
Up like I'm Osama (Fuck)
Richer than your dad, richer than your mama
(Fuck)
Scary times
Please, hold me close in these scary times
Don't say you love me and then change your mind
I need someone who understands
I'm just
peelings
Arm's length, shoulders wide
Looking for a fight peace sign, getting by
People, we'll be alright
Arm's length, shoulders wide
Looking for a fight
Nicky
Notorious lek Biggy
Even blind yai man sef nor go miss me
Spit lek Missy
Elliot
You nor know me name by now you na idiot
PERIOD
The wan den way day
Fucking your bitch
In the back of the whip
That lil bish got the tip
You could've got this if you were fit
She a lil brat, she got the lip
I was
the effort in and I'm annoyed at you
You can listen or not it's your choice, that's true. But if it's rhymes then admit it I'm the prime symbolism you say
you no I only miss your presence
Another sunny day in paradise without you in it
I’ve been looking for an Island Island
Can you come help me find it
You're near, that moment's here
I'm almost in your arms
Tonight, the mood is right
I'm almost in your arms
One sigh, one word and I
Will rush
trees?
Answer me!
Answer me you T.S. Elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban hieroglyphs, spliff smoke, and spray paint
Answer me you
then you're boring (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told my niggas kick your door in (door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup,
hysterical
My urine see paralyze your ability with space codes
electrodes you're ready for a pap smear
Wax in your inner ear, doodoo in your outer ear
Five niggas, counted five niggas, all inside of that roller coaster
Loop-de-loop, over and over
Dope Francis, pullin' Drogas
Shaka Zulu in
I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
gone!
Nobody can catch up, meet the Speedy Gonzalez
The beat is the problem
And if ya got your feet in your mouth
You gon' have to beat it up out
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