Lyrics:
got 13 but wasn't that fun
Now, take that same 13 multiply by 2
26 hours the train's overdue
Yeah, you got 2 again, you got 2 again
You used to love me
So give little, take a little, share a little, spare a little
Put a little L-O-V-E in your heart
And this world will be a better place I know
Gotta
So give little, take a little, share a little, spare a little
Put a little L-O-V-E in your heart
And this world will be a better place I know
Gotta
promise you won't say nothin'
Don't you be actin' like that, don't you be actin' like that, babe
No phone, no pics, no postin' us
This love just ain't
Six foot six, he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
weren't the vibe
L-O-V-E on my right leg, that's Gucci (know what I'm sayin'?)
L-O-V-E on my main ho, that's Pucci (get what I'm sayin'?)
Caught a lil'
midnight,
An time to go downstairs and go to work
I wonder how he's doin' in, Tennessee?
[G.J. spoken:]
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old
Fruit punch and dvd's
Watching reruns on your tiny t.v.
Eyes closed, making out
Chapstick challenge like it's 2014
Cherry, strawberry,
I don't know
in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of?
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us
Our love's on some
are you ticklish?
Eat my like a liquorice, or better yet your favorite dish
You think I'm home by myself, hater remember this
I got five sexy women
Take a dip in my jacuzzi
Gotta hold my jeans up dats da louie v
Lately i cant feel love it jus aint for me
She say that yo street life jus aint safe
come be the first on your block to meet his eye
Make way, here he comes, ring bells, bang the drums!
Oh, you're gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali,
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V
to sing
We were leaning, leaning on
The everlasting arms of love
Livin' all those simple joys
This Dixie boy is made of
Got my real education from
You want me to pull up?
I'll come and slide by 8PM
And send a text to your DM
Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair
Two hunnid for your fuckin'
dagger
I dive it
Only a matter of minutes or maybe five
I can't do this for any longer, limpered by life
Strife made me murk mongered, mint made me free
I
hot
And you're goin' again
I love when you seein' she's goin' to the bathroom
Got 5 minutes to exchange them buds
No I'm not callin' you, what's your
My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons.
I've had some very good years.
I
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
to live
What I wouldn't give
For just a minute there
Five o'clock on Friday
Sitting at a light
When this angel walked right by me
On my right
to spare)
Since I counted one by one and the answer came to none
I don't think you love me any maybe less
And if what I think is true nothing's good
And all of her Louis Furnish And all of them Gucci purses
I'm like, nah, I'm Uni dash capital G
She want five maroon whites like I'm Adam Levine
And she
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
Paul Klee Fig Tree Tapestry
I want a Paul Klee fig tree tapestry
To hang on the back door of my study
To help me work for my degree
But of this I
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