Lyrics:
loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
Independent regardless
the fast life
I want a better future
Don't wanna die before my time
Lions kill hyenas cubs
For no reason
Watching cartoons
Inspire me to think
Outside
my back
[Chorus]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spendin' yo
Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my forty-four
[Repeat: x4]
They're playing our song
Don't you hear the music
From the moment you entered
My eyes have been on you
You're making me weak
the carpet
And the flashes of nostalgia, 4 pm the darkest
A nigga from new jersey in the classes with the sharpest
Boarding on my flight, I text my grandma it
don't lose it, please stop acting up
And if you gon play with my heart again I'll take it out on you girl cause I've had enough
109 on my dash
4PM
music for the world
Whether you’re American, or Mexicano
Cubano, Chino, Dominicano
You know I can’t forget my Africanos
life is kissed
And loved and hugged and cherished and cared for
When the wounds of the world are sore
Hearts are breakin' hearts are breakin' can you see
I'm sorry for all of the shit that I had did
And I'm thankful for that shit that you had done while we was kids
Been puttin' my soul up in this music
just to stand beside us
For a selfie, that boy wealthy
Four floor condos, that nigga selfish
Waterfalls and all, deep in the cells
I speak with my
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh!
loyalty where I stay, but ain't promised today
I keep my headlights on for 9-1-1
And on July 4th I might shoot one at the sun
Independent regardless
next exit
5 P.M. in the heart of Long Beach had to represent
Shoutout to my relatives crippin' since they were kids
True Blue Membership with benefits
The world for my engagement
Because I turned up
So much on it, but when you go on Jimmy
Kimmel and say, "hey I'm a creative genius
" I don't think people
four, three deep[01:08.29]I apologize for the second time[01:10.42]My memory get hazy sometimes[01:12.46]We get lazy, some crimes[01:14.22]Say I'm not
She was 9 months pregnant when we went to sleep that night
And at 11:20 pm I was awoke
She was headed for the bathroom when she shouted out to me
for Baptists who love dancin’
Serendipity tonight in London
He didn’t know his face was handsome or that long brown hair was fancied
By lasses dreamin’
in my room (pounds)
(Quavo, huh)
I put the fours on 'em (fours)
Came from juggin' with bowl, homie (bowls)
Now look all this rose gold, gold,
Dorrough Music trunk pop
His without the rooftop the last not
Got the designer shoes on my feat yeah
4 grams in my sweet yeah
It's funny how we broke
shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by four P.M.
Call me Los Kevorkian
[Chorus (Ayana M.):]
Some do
(Verse 1)
Screamin' from the stage, yeah, I’m raw and loud,
Using my music to shout, cut through the crowd,
Tired of the bullshit, the division we
Hangout wit ya other niggas
Y’all best friends for a week then
Y’all in love by the weekend
That’s how my heart weakened
I hate you well I pretend
That I
Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'
doobies
Gave my heart to the music
Can't even think about losing
Take it as you go
Its so hard to let go
So easy to lose control
I was trapped lost trying
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