Lyrics:
the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standin' by
weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you
In this crazy world
Where jive`s the game
They`ve got lonely me
Gold-plated on their brains
Take me down to
Sensation Boulevard
Take me
and blue
Or troubled by some foolish game
She always seems to make me change my mind
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now
She's around me now
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
samey no, no, no
Your first album was just called Frank
At least you didn’t die of a stranglewank
Then you had Mark Ronson as your producer
But sadly you
red heat, the ops try to stop me
I'm Joe Swanson, I get cheese, Wisconsin,
I get funky, Mark Ronson I'm on one, I'm on one
I'm not a ship, so don't dock
dream
And I, oh I, said I, oh I
'Cause I know by the way I feel
She's got to be real (fa la la la)
I told the Sandman, 'help me if you can, man
Get me
oh, oh)
If she got the hots for me, then dammit, I'm buyin' (I'm, I'm buyin')
I've got more pull than him and him combined (him combined)
Pourin' out
Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting,
And he's amazed by the colors of her wings.
And the life he's led has left him with some scars,
But, she
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
the music)
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead
Race
In the space, I mark human (face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red
I
gonna be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
and tonics
Sunglass by Gucci
Never been to Chattahoochee
She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way
She
huh, huh
If you got a favorite guy, get you babe, real no why
Man from you down inside, got it feathered by the while
Ooh, child, you got me walkin'
just a little bit more
She's got every right to wait until her heart has healed
And when she's ready, I'm here and I'm gonna hold her
Inch by inch she
Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the waist
Forty-four in the hip, she got real crazy legs
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me
Our secret moments in your crowded room
They got no idea about me and you
There is an indentation in the shape of you
Made your mark on me
Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad,
Sittin' by de ocean,
Me heart, she feel so sad
Don't got de money
To take me back
But you stand by me through it all
Seems like every time I make my mark
Somebody always paints the wall.
Seems like every time I make my mark
You can probably tell from the
Attitude I got it them chicks all bark like
A motherfucking forest
Playing with me I suggest you
Set the game
The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limousine
On the backseat were scratches from
The marks of men her fortune she
Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the waist
Forty-four in the hip, she got real crazy legs
You upset me baby, yes, you upset me
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Positivity yes
Have you had your plus sign to day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark you present, or do we mark you late?
Is
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