Lyrics:
a bitch 'cause you wasn't rich (wasn't rich)
Have you ever been treated like you wasn't shit? (wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with
Ever since I met you
Seems I can't forget you
The thought of you keeps runnin' through
The back of my mind
Every time I'm near you
I get that urge
for me just to learn this
But I earned it
And lately I've confirmed it
And does it concern cern that god particles radiate from my optical, 3rd eye
But
We can shoot up by the town
Have you ever been to Texas?
South By Southwest
Where we can smoke a zip like we can't get arrested
Where they might
Can't change how you feel
'Cause it's all on you, whoa, whoa, oh, yeah
I wish that you could be a little bit more upfront
Weigh the situation how you
could ever sleep on
Xd wit the beam on
Call me 2 hands but i got like 3 arms
Cuz i gotta keep the breach on
Ain't the type of nigga you could try to come
true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me
The right to hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night the nearness of you
he was a bum
I even sat next to him in the 3rd grade
Its not the time that you've known me its the loyalty
I don't care how many people I cut off
stay put, give me the chance to be free
Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
You need me man, I
gear in a minute
Something different, I'm on some shit that defying all the physics
I'm 10 strip trippin' with my 3rd eye visions
I'm pushing
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Yeah alright, but we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
You
You wanna know if I care for you
You ought to know by now
How can you stand there just pretending
And you know how I feel.
Â'cause baby youÂ're my
just blow by
And make no mistake, there's women who just wait
For the man and machine with the best time
Rev on the red line
You're on your own
Hello
Hey 3rd
It's Boncle
She call me on the cellular
She Badu like Erica
She ain't ever had an Emperor
Treat her like palace
She could be my Alice
I love to see you smile from ear to ear when I mention Olive Garden
That shrimp alfredo but my 1st 2nd 3rd option
With henn and blunt full course meal
Consider This is world war
We about to go crazy like this was the 3rd ward
You looking for God's forgiveness
Well that's what the church for
Judge
anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free, be free
Surrender your ego be free, be free to yourself
Oh oh, yeah
If
and that makes three of us
And I need you here beside me, I can't go it alone
She told him one more time, and then she hung up the phone
Saying...
On the 3rd September we just started talking
Watching movies and get crazy for Maeve Wiley
She's a big fan of Harry Styles, well my style doesn't fit
better be glad
That the 12 aint smell it
I came around the corner
Just Sliding and gliding
2nd to 3rd my tries are spinning
3rd to 4th now rubber flying
rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Everything is
If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go
I can take you places you ain't never been before
Baby take a chance or you'll never ever know
I got
your eyes
Blow my fucking brains out
Pretty patterns on the floor
That's enough for you
But I still need more
I jump from every rooftop
So high,
You´re the sun, my universe, my ever shining star
I was born to live and die right here in your arms
I want you to need me, to know you completely
There
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