Lyrics:
feels good
To know that you're by my side
It feels good to know that you're there for me (oh)
It feels good to know that you'll always be around
It
mother
Raised up by grandmother ???
Cause my mark-ass daddy never came around for guidance
So now I'm forced to stand up on my own two
said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin' in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by
Me and all homie riding round wit da Glock
No I'm not da one to talk
Don't pull up to da block
There's a lock
Don't knock or get shot
Dis our mark
feels good
To know that you're by my side
It feels good to know that you're there for me (oh)
It feels good to know that you'll always be around
It
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
Are not to be expected for a year.
sentiments
Conditioned from these richer men
We are all broken
We need freedom from the oligarchs
Freedom from the choking
Young girl wanderers
Lost in these
freak ya
I need a couple suit's
We need to become a couple soon
You know you more den cute
I need to hollah ya girl wuss yo mornin cue
Girl wuss yo
right
Diamonds is forever ripe
Girl i need you in my life
Me and you no wrong or right
Cuz girl you get me right
Diamonds is forever ripe
Girl i need you
living in a better place
I'm haunted by the girl in the picture frame
Whose smile was once mine
I'm Haunted by the girl in the picture frame
Whose eyes
Cause baby I
I just want you here tonight
Girl I want you by my side
I just wanna see your smile
You're all that's on my mind
I just need you here with
and boo
She settled for you, so she might sail
Don't near me with "Here Ye's"
I'm no fellow to hello got bars of gold
Whithout Young Metronome you can't
Go
and boo she settled for you so she might, sail
Don't near me with "Here Ye's", I'm no fellow to hello,
Got bars of gold without Young Metronome you
centered on your passing by
We never have enough of you
Yet often fail to acknowledge your presence
Our days all bow to your authority
Our years gracefully
the dark
Never let up, this your life so play your part
Be smart and leave ya mark
Yeah my fellow Earth cousins
Hit that bullseye wit ya dart
Yeah, yeah wit
Regurgitating propaganda need a flush holy hush royal flush not a card game
The load of lies can make you lethargic retarded stupid dumbfounded
Attacked, who's the man
That will flinch from his gun?
Should my head be blown off
I shall ne'er feel the need on't,
We'll fight while we can;
When we can't,
the metal by my pillow, I’m smoother than J Durillo
And my team count weapons all bigger than armarillo
I’m a peace of mind fellow, keep a kitchen full
The Little Daddy Shane for the world to see
Ricky-ticky-tempo, no surrembo
Italian men, call their girls a bimbo
Puerto Rican men call their girls muchacha
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
for a fellow man
If you please
You seem in a hell of a rush
No need for pleasantries
And it's a compliment when I say
I can tell by your type of tie
I'm a beat collector
I don't need to make money
I'm not a Chester
I'm not a mark either, so girl don't trip
I'm about my dollars, I'm about my cents
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