Lyrics:
No one to talk to
All by myself
No one to walk with
I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
Savin' all my love for you
I know for certain
you love... Her family go's out and kills the things you love
Trophy's that hurt me constantly
Taking shots, but no father to my aid you see
Never smile
I've got a
New toy
I turned it on
I love the moment of picking a CD
Things are pretty simple around me
Days are quick to pass me by
All I wanna
a love nest down at Carmel-by-the-Sea,
Where the liquor was expensive and the loving was free.
They found a cottage with a breakfast nook,
A folding
it makes me think of a girl I used to know)
Hey... Hey... Hey
(I sing along when I hear it on the radio now)
Now that the years gone by
Yeah
Damn, my life like a movie', no edits
Bitch nigga move wrong, send his ass to the credits
I done been through too much shit, you can love on that thot
Tell me that you love
Tell me that you love
Tell me that you love
Tell me that you love
I know that you love me - love me
Cuz your mama know my name
(Ron Laquan)
They Will not believe until the picture painted vividly
Wont edit in the credit even if yo name in history
I deal with it differently
I
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
niggas ain't coming in
I keep it loaded like buffering
I got a play for my niggas
I ran it by em and we huddling
I gotta double it
Upin the score now
on the team
Shit, fuck it I'll bounce back every time
Tell me we'll be fine, I got too much on my mind
I knew weren't solid boy I could tell by the signs
to put it together man, piece by piece
Just wanna breathe, feel my limbs move
Just wanna go somewhere, see what they're into
I feel like celebrating
to put it together man, piece by piece
Just wanna breathe, feel my limbs move
Just wanna go somewhere, see what they're into
I feel like celebrating
fuck we leave the lights on
I'm watching your video play
I know from the minute you stare
To come and my radios blare
That when I'm home you can
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
flow
I wasn't satisfied with chilling with my side hoe
I fell in love with being loved by all the fans tho
I started rapping just to prove this ain't no
you're seeing it
Therapy, therapy, therapy, therapy, therapy, therapy
Where I stand, there's no counterfeit
You can walk by with your jealousy
I get love
Need no edit
Oh naw, wanna diss me Forget it
"Mbee gon' drop you so Hot", you said it
No Ralph but the record I Wreck it
Got that wave on my chest That's
the sex on the radio.
There's no where to hide
They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on
If I keep holding my breath, all of this will fade
swear i love you how Peter love Mary Jane
I been traveling
Trying to find somewhere safe to go
I know you cry when you hear my voice on the radio
I sing
fire
And take us higher and higher
By leaps and bounds we advancing,
We edit DNA, and build immense colliders
We open up new
love is love
That's the reason I hold it down for y'all
y'all muh'fuckas do the same for Pun
But I'ma keep fuckin' with y'all
Kick it like I been kickin'
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
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