Lyrics:
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to look away
It was all too inconvenient, like a detour in the way
While the cool winds of September
Came
Unabashed by their mockery
Who laughs last
They'll see
I'll take a foolish man over the best-laid plans
If you're gonna give your heart then give it all
I'll
stop
'Cause we can bring it back to the beatbox
Bust this
Yo, who, I don't know who was on the mic, man
This thing smell awful here, man
used to the pungent stink
I bet you'll find yourself back here each night
The rats here are friendly, don't be afraid
Despite their impression
circumstance or conflicts
Look for familiar face in crowds
But now such things are not allowed
In certain context
We all want contact
We'd like to get back
and my pride fighting side by side,
[Verse]
I shouldn’t be here singing all alone,
Dad hit my phone “you can come back home”
Living in a shoebox I paid
of things
She said it's easier to give up on those kinds of things
But thank you, thank you for showing me the way
Oh oh thank you oh thank you for believing
a difference to this
They're broken and battered things
They bloom and then wither like flowers
And me, I'm not the spiritual kind
A brightness has gone from
a different kind, made you feel satisfied
Momentary happiness makes you feel alive
You had it all but you get be easily seduced by
The things that rip me
listening to Cash in my old Ranger
1959 kind of blue
Records in my room
And you don't even mind
Looking by my side
And your dad would've taught me
for some kind of sign
And take every step, every footprint that left
A path back to that old long before
Frank shouldn't think of the spring, but for me
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
My mama don't want me, the next thing I know, I'm gettin'
How can i be homophobic my B is gay
I be the one to hit it right cause her B can't hit that way
I hit from the back or front cause she can't get
A queen, respected and defined by her creator
Size 24, size 10 or size 3
You act like all I am to be is, just a sexy, sexy thing
Just a showpiece for all
me down and makes up for the things I lack
Yes I can do better than you
I can do better than you
But I don't want to
cs we laid down on the bed, our
at the foot of the hill
And all the old clothes, the pots and pans and the photographs
The little things of those people's lives
They strewn across the road
the doctor did the ultrasound I winked and I smiled|Then I just relaxed and laid back for a while|I was patient cause that was kind of my style||But to be
to release when I'm squeezin' the trigger on nina milli
'Cause suckers be trying to take all the things you been working so hard for
But I can't hit
the force of a gat throttle
I live by 'you put it out, we get it back' motto
Hey, but who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin' lose
unkind
Cruel words like
Rats in my mind
Didn't deserve the spite
You laid on me
That bitter cold night
All I ever gave you was love
Paid me back
Surprise
[VAMPIRES]
Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever
Going to get him back
[WEREWOLF]
He's all alone up there
see you way out
Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"
No great area
look but I'm scared of seeing
That the real me's actually looking back
Who's that waiting by your front door?
Smooth their collar while your feet drag
champagne
I've learned a lot that I don't want to know
Take me back to where we were so long ago
Take me down easy
Take me down slow
By the side
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