Lyrics:
I pray thee, I pray thee
Once again
I wonder if you're surrounded by ones of such talent, ya know
Speak life
Live a humble and meek life
hit me in my face
You spin me 'round, kiss me in your Chevrolet
I love you more with each and every day
We almost had it all, didn't we, baby? Yeah
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
day I give the game back
You know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
"What's up with you
Heading for the station with a pack on my back
Tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack
that he met up in dance
Betty getting mad cause Eddie wanna share
But look at how you living for a minute then compare
I love confetti, I always stay
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days
is such
Rubberband man with the rubberband pack
You're the one, you'll get me back on track
Should I know why
I'm in love with you?
Should I
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
Now our luck may have died and out love may
Be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold
So put on your
and no time there to stand
He drew a knife holding in his right hand
"Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you're guessing just right
Pretty Polly, Pretty
of mad
Ghetto child
Thinkin' he's been had
In the back of his mind he's sayin'
Didn't have to be here
You didn't have to love for me
While I was
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay.
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
But put your
On the edge of the moment
With you
Woah woah woah woah with you
With your sweet love I lose all track of time
Till I don't know if it's day or night
the results you see a nigga a loner
Cause all of the bitches thats givin me grief also be given me bonus
Blow up in rap, young and you black
Niggas Be blowin
day I give the game back
You know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?"
This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
"What's up with you
carry on with our public spats and our feuds
Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you
Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth
coal miner all of my life. Layin' down track in the hole.
Gotta back like an ironwood, bit by the wind. Blood veins blue as the coal. Blood veins blue
he'd bring her back
And build a mansion for her by the railroad track
And every time you heard that locomotive roar
She'd be standing there waiting
straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh
I love the way the track sittin', yeah
Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms
Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn't, uh
Uh
I found him by the railroad track this morning
I could see that he was nearly dead
I knelt down beside him and I listened
Just to hear the words
and burned my horse to death
I went out with a girl who told me, "George you've got bad breath"
Last week I drew a crowd when I went to the city zoo
But
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