Lyrics:
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink
The sandman told me he's done all he can
The situation calls for more than sand
You been cryin' all night long
Tossin' and turnin' and it's almost
I ain't lonely, but I spend a lot of time alone
More than I'd like to, but I'm okay with staying home
By how the last few months have changed
I
arousin' theories that I'm hard to kill
Oxygen the toxin' while watchin' shawty contortion' it
[Hook:]
I could dap you with the right hand
And then bat
it die
This is the last time I'll call you from this moment on you're free
But just for the record did you ever love me
Just for the record did you
thorns grasping my mind
Sharpened tones, forsaken by my own
What lies, underneath, no man, no beast
Call it the theory of me
Brought to you by the world
When you need, I'm here for you
And I promise you
I promise, I'll always care,
When you call me I'll be there
My promise to you
I promise, have no fear
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
I want to get drunk till I'm off of my mind
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
And I
gone two night
I ain't seen my baby since night before last
I want to get drunk till I'm off of my mind
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
And I
Carlos Santana plays "Black Magic Woman"
So while you fuming, I'm consuming mango juice under Polaris
You just embarrassed cause it's your last tango in
the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(Last night the DJ saved
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
the truth
Blinded by something that we call love
Something that we feel, but fail to understand
Piled up theories, theories that we lack to comprehend
to face
You call to see if I'm ok
Look out the window and I just say
Last night I prayed the Lord my soul to keep
Then I cried myself to sleep
So
just what I like
Oh now I got a plan, I hope you gonna be my man
I can see us cushy in the house right by the ocean sand
And when I'm one to cry, I
Drink up it's last call last resort
But only the first mistake and I
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice
a slave so tell me the master
Now his head on the pendant by the cross
(By the cross)
Coke'd it then I fucked her for the theory
You know I'm crazy, I'm
is kinda gangsta, I think I'm into you
This shit is super wild, this shit is super cool
This shit is kinda gangsta, I think I'm into you
You call
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Late at night
I'm sippin' as you pass me by
Red or white?
You pour another, say, "It's fine"
I don't believe in you
(I, I don't believe that)
a bit old fashioned
And some may laugh when passing by
I'm not ashamed to call her mother, my love for her I'll not deny
She was the first to ever love me
a bit old fashioned
And some may laugh when passing by
I'm not ashamed to call her mother, my love for her I'll not deny
She was the first to ever love me
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