Lyrics:
a hit of that good shit at home for the evening I need some more
So I keep feeling these highs and lows no plans wanna buy some more
No prescription
a hit of that good shit at home
For the evening I need some more
So I keep feeling these highs and lows
No plans
Wanna buy some more
No prescription
the same time in couldn't wait for loving
Tik tik tik days passing by now it's too late to cuff ya
And I know that it's over
And you cold Minnesota
Late
it sucks to be in it
It's late, but we're on time
Now it's a short line, it's all gonna be fine
Time's up for the evening
And out goes the feeling
But
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
on me, get the beam
Rich Forever be my team
I be so high off the bean
I just pulled up in a Wraith
I get that money, you late
Finessing the plug, I'm
by myself
I took a break from the music and took some time to myself
And I got that 40 in my waist and I keep it right by my belt
Might say that I'm
We meet at evening time
Tis' sweet at evening time
To know I'll spend an hour or two
Just with you
Then when the hour groes late
I love to hesitate
Good evening one and all we're all so glad to see you here
We'll play your favorite songs while you're all so happy atmosphere
We'll start with
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky be dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones, it was then he felt alone
attention""
We danced, laughed and talked ‘til the evening was gone
And when she kissed me goodnight I just broke out in song...
...Oh, yeah, got the girl
Press cucumber , apple, and di ginger root
She always in the mood so mi lace up di boots
She nuh care if a late night or inna di morning
She nuh waste
wanted
It's too late to take it back
She's crying in the evening
Her smile's so deceiving
She tells me
Pretty little angel
Why you looking so sad?
Don't
it, so do it steady
Counting down in 3, 2, 1, sorry, too late
I'm doing this recording right now in my bedroom
Hold up, lets not get to personal
But I
the game
Chipping daily by bits and by pieces
By shift and by showing away
Any quantity slowly decreases
Like coming home late in the evening
And finding
the evening
But it doesn't quench my thirst
Springsteen in the speakers
And a bourbon whiskey sour
Every minute goes too quickly
When it's in this idle hour
Now
of the Evening Standard
Which was not as good as the Late Night one
Mainly because it doesn't have the full cinema listings
To be more specific it doesn't have
sweating
Life so sweat it was creaming. No way he was leaving
No scores to make even until late one evening
Drove to the spot. Oscar Ay, come here
New
Junior high
And I got by this time in life
By blasting out Aquemini
That's back when Pac had a every eye
So my many times I've tried to make this right
really in it
I been opening some doors but only by a couple inches
They've been after my neck so they put me on a hit list like they're trying to kill time
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You
between two opal stones
Where the coolest summer breezes blow
She stays up late decides her fate
Reciting poems that reverberate
There's a demon in this
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