Lyrics:
Psst hey can I ask a question?
Do I look fat to you?
By the way if you say yes
I'll fucking kill you
Yeah I splurge I might eat too much McDonald's
messi offline!
E Come stai?
È un pò che non ti sento lo sai!
Ci sentiamo?
Ci vediamo tonight?
Che il tempo si è fermato è in stand by!
Fuori c'è la
still
D'Angelo how I kick life in your soul
Tell me, how does it feel?
Riding the beat like Jesus got shotgun
So, I'm taking the wheel
My drive is never
comfort me
Chill by myself
I just don't want the company
I trap by my lonely
I ain't got homies
Nobody knows me
Keep that thing on me
I ain't got homies
and make it a living
Ice on my veins, D'Angelo Russell
I kept the pain, my life is a puzzle
I always wanna trust time, love and peace
Unfriending all
me feel like I was back
At our prom
We were for fame you know,
Like Marilyn Monroe and Brando
You just walked right by
Into my life, had no way
me feel like I was back
At our prom
We were for fame you know,
Like Marilyn Monroe and Brando
You just walked right by
Into my life, had no way
right by, into my life
Had nowhere to hide
May our light keep shine so bright
I never want to end this night
Just let it go until the dawn comes
I
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line, a very fine line
Split decision
Bongo By The Way
Bitch, I'm back up out the grave, I was left for dead
Fuck a enemy, the industry was at my head
Thought they finished me, I'm
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
shit is fugazi
Just open yo' magazine, see my picture by Jay-Z
Brand new Mercedes, Los Angeles made me
Pull up at the Shell, playin' D'Angelo, Lady
to a new realm
I'll wait for ya by the hotel
Please, pay my bills before you lose your
Head over heels
I don't care about this dog and you know I can't
like Rambo, get shot down by the Commando
Call your co-defendant sing like D'Angelo
No problemo, but upstate you sing soprano
Police sadimize, a man
I"m knocking talking about she ret' to go
I want some of your brown sugar while I bump D'Angelo
(Fo'sho) No special holiday, but sometiems just being
and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath
me, yeah (do it for me)
What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it hoes? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three
What's
line
Clothes on her clothesline
Nobody's at home
Just a kid at the liquor store
A dollar twenty-five
Any prize at the bottom is mine
Close your
with me with me
Take your place for the line line line line line line
Let us take it inside side side side side side
Take your place for the line line
Surprised by my timing, the games all mine
Dreaming, screaming, man the games all mine
Inspiration in my lines, they all rise from the crime
My shine, in
And we rolling Phillies
Acting silly
With some biddies
Hitting lines of the 50
Lines of the 50
Hitting lines of the 50
Lines of the 50
Hitting lines
out my way when the liquor in my veins
I'm in LA raised through my DNA
Sorry for all of my traits by the end of this you'll remember my name
Line em
im klan gruppies napalony jak
Jak Mad Skillz szalony Flexxstyl
Wypełnia tę noc, piątek pełno
Płynie soul jak spod rąk D'Angelo
Potem swing tak, że
Take off my clothes and I'm D'angelo
I don't stand alone
I stand with a girl with a massive camel toe that has her own
They been drawing circles around
.jpg/220px-D'Angelo_Pori_Jazz_2012_(cropped).jpg "DAngelo")
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