Lyrics:
(Clip of old radio broadcast:
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles!
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
at me
Well a scrub checkin' me
But his game is kinda weak
And I know that he cannot approach me
'Cause I'm looking like class, and he's looking like
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
just want affection,
Not an education!
Kiss me, hold me, hug me baby,
That's what I like you to do!
Love me, love me,
Love me baby too!
Words
your lil' ass like a DVD
I caught my lil' ho with a EBT
I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me
Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me
She want some
by somebody else
And even if you did miss me
You never let me know
You'd prefer to be just a little bit
In and out of love with me
And not
the deal?
Mr. Rae-Rae, how you feel?
Boy I'm with the baddest bitch, ass the size of Jupiter
Look like Amerie, it's just one thing I'm trying to do to her
You
(Yea)
(Oh Yea)
(Yea)
(Oh Yea)
(Yea)
Pictures on my wall,
Summer nights with you girl,
Just like Polaroids,
Memories with you girl,
Purple
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Life is
(Eyebeelow!)
Slide in a bitch like DVD
Finna make a movie Blu-Ray, HD
Finna make a movie like Ray J
Or Tommy Lee
I'm trynna see what she see in me
Maybe we're just pretending there'll be a happy ending
If they made a movie bout you and me,
It would go straight to DVD
Though the music's good but
know, you're just basking in you're own company
The technicolour world's going by, but you're the lead in your own movie
Cos in the Liberty of Norton
to Africa
You think it's tough now, come to Africa
Out there, we are grinding like pepper
You can catch me on the motorway,
Selling sugar, water
DVD, huh?
Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too
I'ma pray for him 'cause he got #MeToo'd
Thinkin' what if that happened to me too
Then I'm on E! News
you, it's just like sugar sometimes
How sweet it is to be loved by you, oh yeah
You were better to me than I was to myself
For me, there's you and there
out
Come back, come back, come back to me like
You could, you could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if
on stage like a DVD
Put me in the MOMA when it's over with
I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit
Remember that I still got you
I still got
on the beach
(On the beach, on the beach)
So one, a two
A one, a two, a three
Alright
We're just twisting by the pool
I'm a twisting fool (twisting
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this
and disco
I take cities by storm
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco
Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco
After dinner, girls come over in
on the beach
(On the beach, on the beach)
So one, a two
A one, a two, a three
Alright
We're just twisting by the pool
I'm a twisting fool (twisting
tongue, oh no
Don't need to be loved by you
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she's singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, said, ooh
Just like
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
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