Lyrics:
comin' back)
(Hey, baby)
Oh yeah, they'll find somethin' of mine (of mine)
You've got nickels in your dimes
It happens all the time
Someone throws
from the heart, don't judge me off what I made
When I'm down on ground and when my back is to the wall
Imma keep my head up, making sure I stand tall
on and go
Yeah, all of the boxcars are gone and we need to
Find some way back
To find someone
To find some other track
I'd like to feel the world
And hold my
coon'd out (Coon'd out)
First name means king, but I still coon'd out (Run it back)
Not gon' lie, I'm a little coon'd out (Coon'd out)
Me enamoré
Perdóname
Me enamoré
Perdóname
Me enamoré
Perdóname
I'm the happiest that I've ever been now that I finally got back my best friend
To my
I called you on the phone
And we talked all night
Hold my hand
You can't leave me here you said you'd stay
Hold my breath
Your voice in my head says
chance to change things
I know you've been getting by alright
And alright's okay for the day to day, but for the rest of your life?
An honest face like
when no one for me
You stand by me
I know you deserve accolades
Padi mi whatever the case may be
Am yours truly yours truly
Ebi mi ko pe mo kuro n le
Call me outside I'll come running down.
When I satisfied each need invented by my eye I was a nest by a fox's hole
Or dirt underneath your boot
devoted
Don't forget that, girl I got you
I'm gonna give you my heart
I gat your booty your back
My girl you good and you bad
Your head's as good as your
walking
For backing vocals
You've got my mans here DJ POSHtronaut
You're now being engulfed by the
Smooth melodies of the Cold Blooded Soul band
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
(I hope y’all enjoying these songs right now,
Cause Lil’Traffic put them all together by himself,
Distributes his own music, and does his own
anything
I'm a fool with the pay, I be doomed till your daylight
We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we'd see it
Now we livin' proof, tell
get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti,
it
I wanted so badly to give in
Then in the halls I'd pass you by
And I'd smile as if to say,
Can't we go back to when we were okay?
And as in silence
Roddy in that Lotus, smoking dope
You know I poured it (Huh)
Bag it by the ounce
Keep a round for the movement (Huh)
Bitch where your latex, I’m having
your fancy dances, you can't stop
Stroke me, baby, stroke me all night long
Stroke me, baby, like my back ain't got a bone
Could be a winner boy, you
the back door
Wearing them shorts up your ass with a tube top
Letting niggas stick they fingers all in the cock
Pussy all big and wet, looking good
@ the club
Come on and meet me @ the club
Lights flashing in the club, sippin' bub, VIP in the place
No one's here to judge, feel the bass
Got my
experts
We know all about the past
We give lectures on your learnings
And hold discussions after class
So you can see why we'd hoped
We'd have gained your
I WON'T BE COMING BACK
(By Danny Dean Phillips)
I won’t be coming back
Check your watches,
Check your Maps
For this foreign country
We fell for
Can't turn your back on every rainy day
Incurable
A spirit given up for dead
Oblivious
To the long and lonely read that lies ahead
A passion
I got a place we can go
Somewhere we can move slow
Bring your body close
And let the music take us home
I’d be fine if we’d stay right here
For
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