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GIVE LOVE A CHANCE
WRITTEN BY:	MICHAEL THOMPSON, JEFF PARIS AND ADRIAN GURVITZ

IN THE SPRING TIME OF OUR LOVE
DON'T LET THE WINTER'S COLD SET IN

the nikes
Came up with a keep key
I took you to Paris
Bought you that Vuitton
Now you saying you
Hate me
By why do you
Hate me when
I gave you my lifey
I

Paris overnight 
Just tell me what's the deal like

I'm switching time zones 
But I know that I'll be alright 
When you're here by my side 
You wanna go

Of all the things you are.

You’re Paris by moonlight, you’re Venice at dawn
You’re the Frick Museum when everyone’s gone
You’re a cucumber sandwich with

a long time since I had you in my life
Now I wanna do it right
I want you by my side
When I’m with you it’s a vibe
I ain’t even ’gon lie
When I got you in

flight out to Chicago
let's hit the slopes
we're getting Rocky Mountain high in Colorado
on a P.J. and the next thing that I know
I'm down in Lagos
let's

my world
I'mma make u feel loved
U can have what do u want
It's Pleazureville come on

Follow me let's go
cnywhere u wanna go
London or Monaco
Paris

Paris is mine
And I want to go higher
Let me go higher
And I'm surrounded by a million people

It's too good a time
Oh, let me go higher
Oh, I wish you

me, one false move and they lose me
Close friends fade like two-three
They been in the way excuse me, I can't let you move me
They been tryna use me,

the roof
You decorate
Thrift store paintings
Nudes from Paris
Plaster
And maybe Friday for a date
Make some children
At our party, after
In a big old house

out the way!)
Pardon-moi maintenant mes amis
Dancing by myself like I’m in Paris
If we (Oui)
Know that geography
You can see the place ya boy’s from

Gettem out, scratching in my head
I'ma get em out, yeah, I'm smoking loud
Ugh ugh, I'll get my cough, ugh, okay, let's go ugh ack ugh

Rotten corpse,

four in the morning
Somebody sing me a song ey
Pour me a drink or shut the fuck up
Girl by the sink
Girl in the tub
You ‘bout this life
Ayo wassup

I can

way
Ain't no way

I can't fake
When bitches smiling in my face
Wanna take what I make?
Too bad I do this shit with grace
Can't relate, take

Tell Them MF's We Made It

Crooked I

Apex Predator

2013

connection, I Paris my whereabouts
You still in your parents' house
I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
No pants derriere is out
I call it

cherish
Went to Sweden
Next is Paris
Round the world
Like a ferris
Music bomb
Aint a terroist
FTP they let me wear it
Ask ya girl
Caught her staring 
Said

First 48, Momma she dread 
Used to watch it before she went to bed 
Paranoid when I ain't come in by 12 
Scared 12 would bring me in full of lead 
First

the air
If you're sexy and you know it, put your hands in the air
Let me see you bend it over like you just don't care (huh)
Sexy and you know it,

treasure
We built up a whole new home that's better
Than the one we fled from
We've been tested by so much
But at the end of it all home is your touch
To my

on, even when you dress casual
I mean it's almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare, would I
Pull a Pharside let you pass me by
Nothing like your

the scary truth
Yeah my rapping is contagious I'm a scary dude
I paint a picture like picasso at the paris lauve
You know I'm tryna make this money by a pair

Everywhere I go is surrounded by backstabbing individuals
Always telling on their friends as if they was feds
When these motherfuckers took you in

stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall

Upgrade on your status, we in Paris dats a rendezvous
Dogeing hoes like stratus, you da baddest, ain't no one like you
Leave em on embarrassed, you I