Lyrics:
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
on the voice notes
Short story done I guess she hears of the crashes
Scratches and bruises on a merciful day at practice
My guy is not giving up, he swears
to find diversion
Giving up on introversion
3 am, is my voice ringing in you
My heart resonates with the face of you
Many voices on hold to be put through
On the Brooklyn Bridge tonight
Well it really has been a blue blue day and the water is cold in East River Bay
Water is cold in East River Bay
Standing by
gives me.
2. Because of the sacrifice of Jesus, I have proof of unconditional love by my Heavenly Father who forever and wholeheartedly loves and accepts
this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot,
hood signs
People need to relax and stop the hating, but fuck it
Hating's fun and I'm bad at harlem shaking
I mean, I dance a little bit and I can keep
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
of coke but they ain't never tried it
Nah, that's that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem shit right there
That's the difference between us
are giving kerosene
The kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
But it's alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get
are giving kerosene
The kid can't read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene
But it's alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get
because I love her
Me and cuzzo just went to the east
East LA if you tryna meet
I got cash up in my jeans
I'm gon get it by any means
I'm tryna see what's
My new bitch she bad, and I just flew out to LA
You can tell that she love me just by the look right on her face
Bitch you know I'm getting cake
I
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here (not one)
Summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicq' on beach chair
Plates only for family, makin' it hard
Stars intertwine i don't wanna miss my ride
What comes next cannot be denied
From down South to the East coast
My niggas winning
I got my grind
Who's in charge of my mind
I hear the voices and they ain't kind
Where did it start? Well then let's rewind
Is coming from trauma of a certain kind
Hey yo it's poison, ecstasy, coke
You say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescripting
in a motive and she's giving signals
Hands up hands down
Bottoms up all around
Last night was a blur
Under the covers yeah
I wish we were, I wish we
Maria Maria
You remind me of a West Side Story
Growing up in Spanish Harlem
She's living the life just like a movie star
Maria Maria she fell in love
kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
time yu get off work?)
90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
I won't ever let em catch me, and I won't
specific. Drunk by evening, she complains of morning sickness and by morning has noticeably grown in size. 2 days later, still heading east towards the holy
Soon as I go to grasp at the sheet, my voice says, no, you can't have him, he's mine
Moon Shine floats through tracks like a leech, might take out
a product of the system
[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a see-K
That's
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