Lyrics:
Thinkin' that we're all alone, like we did it all by our self
You'd be surprised, what you don't know, when you pose the question of, how else?
Our
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
every little step like she’s B Brown
I’ma make a stand like a knee down
Thought you were in my league now
Elastic girl with that reach now
How many times
more liquor
Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure the price is right
Before he come on down
(Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh)
Rappers be
cop I’m the only man to make a girl nut
Ima put my thumb all up in her butt
She used to call me ugly ironic that now she wants to F me
Ima send you some
funky, funky beat
The beat that makes you get up and pat your feet
Young ladies rock on, y'all
Rock on, y'all
Till the break of dawn
I say you do
back and forth no controversy
Cool calm and collected and he all about me
Wont fold under pressure thats a guarantee
And you can only get my love by
the air so there ain’t no smell
I put Ricky on my back
The same way that they carry me
So I don’t roll without my team
If they not there
Then I’m not seen
love the way it sounds (Yeah yeah)
You wanna live me out (Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
If you gon be toxic make it count (Oh)
Lay me down
Spread me out
Ooh
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
passed by on the daily
So if you ain’t feeling my vibe, it won’t phase me
Not to sound heartless, but it’s just how it goes
But I’ll keep shooting my shot
Yea Yea
Its 9 Tymes
The underdog
Shake Em Up Records bitch
That nigga trash he ain't gone last
That's what they say bout me say bout me
I can care
sneaking, no Macleod
You're the biggest bitch I've seen
This motherfucker sounds like he gets pegged
Who's bigger between?
WhiteBoyEm or that bitch named Leg
voices sound a bit dubious
These man claim that their on dirt, so they can lie with the tulips
No idea what your in for, a head shot would leave a man's
When they begin the beguine
It brings back the sound of music so tender
It brings back a night of tropical splendor
It brings back a memory ever
bother getting even
Cuz revenge is a hole you cant leave
Trust me, nigga ive seen it
The way that shit claws and eats you
Tears you apart, at the seams
to make you proud
Writing is therapeutic
That's the reason I'm still here
Searching for inner peace to calm the storm
The end is near
My wrists was chained
and drive far
I'm wide awake eyes wide I've cried
So many nights by myself
I think that I need some help
I wish I was Michael Phelps
Cause now the water is up
frozen
Cigarette smoke, right by the ocean
Novocaine got me feeling like Frank
I've really been scarred from shit from the past and you would never
never been a man for a dad-son thing.
Now when I see it like that's the theme of my life and the world I live in.
I Realised the true love of all-giving.
to hear the sound when you make my phone rang rang
Met up the next night we get to makin' out
The love seed in my heart began a little sprout
The days go by
of the cake
Just think about what a great couple we make
My mind's made up
Mind you, I know that I'm on the Heartache Avenue waiting for my heart to break.
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