Lyrics:
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No one opens up when you scream and shout
But it's time to make a couple things clear
If you're afraid of what you need
If you're afraid
a tiny figurine, I'm monumental
You're like a small get together on your neighbor's back porch
You know just a couple of y'all, I'm a million man march
know who run the block right now
All we need is a mic and a beat
And a couple of speakers
And some turn tables out in the street, come on!
[Chorus]
Taken my fair share of kicks when I'm down
Now I can take a couple more
Seems all I had was not enough
I could see it in her eyes
I could see it in her
we're still vibin'
Baby we're retro
Slowing down the tempo
Dancing to some King Cole
Forever classic everlasting
Baby we're Retro
Just a couple old souls
the hoes that I used to know
From way befo' kiss me from my head to my toe
Give me a paper and a pen, so I can write about my life of sin
A couple bottles
I lost a couple friends to this lifestyle
But fuck it yes I had to be me
Never switched up in a lifetime
But The ups and downs changed my shit
from me to you
Begging you is the hardest part young heart we should never give up
We were a great couple lovers all of time
You've load a gun and aim
Hey, is that me? (yes, that's you)
Hey (this is good)
I wanted to have some friends
But not a lot of people wanted to be my friend
Couple a nerds
my last couple of bucks.
Lost a hoe I never felt this crush, like cushion a dutch, never this much.
If I would of known my hoe was just temporary.
to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
and with a couple mo drinks
I'll be off to hit mine
I'll be wearing her out and when I'm finished paramedics gone carry her out, mine
The night is young
(Okay)
And I don't give a fuck if
It was just a couple hundred
I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money
Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games
Okay, I
Floating off the coast of Mexico
On a rafter
I reckon there must be a couple of million down there
And though I, cannot swim
We can learn
covering my face like Jimmy Butler, man
Yeah, I got couple watches, couple watches move
We don't go band for band, we go bil for bil
We don't link 'n
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
a couple niggas that will run up on you
Take yo shit and give ya shit away
I know a couple niggas that will run up on you
Do a hit and they gone get away
Im
a couple Eva Pigfords in my backyard
Nigga, I mack hard; bitch, I'm a bad boy
Fuck a security guard, I turn 'em into track stars
You know my name, baby,
But-but-but this sex will cloud your memory
A couple strokes, I put it in, then you'll belong to me
I got a man but, I want you (said I got a man)
I got
Picture that, a black man learning to love himself
Wow, that's crazy right?
Yo, yo
My highs, lows, my darks, lights
Couple of hoes, but no love
tonight (tonight), tonight, tonight
I got a couple hundred pictures of your pretty face
On my phone, on my dash, all over the place
But I would drive
And we`d laugh until it hurt and we were both in tears
Now we used to stake out the neighborhood liquor store
We couldn`t go inside for a couple years more
low tide in Bog Harbor
And everyone's upset
Lisa and Hector are eyeing glass jars
In Hector's father's store
They swiped a couple sour balls yesterday
down boy but I got up again
Now I'm flying high in that funky little bar I met you in
At a Table for one but I'm drinking for two
Imma couple margaritas
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