Lyrics:
three
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool, never known to freak
Outside
to step number nine
Timing's divine
Finally learn how to fly
But those cycles rewinding a million times
I think I've just fallen in love again
I can't help
you my number one
Yeah you my number one
Yeah you my number one
I'm Lovestruck so I'm stuck in my thoughts again
I'm lovestruck so I'm blinded by light
[Chorus]
Heartaches by the number, troubles by the score
Everyday you love me less, each day I love you more
Yes, I've got heartaches by
out your name
Why I am goin through so much pain
Grandpa please visit that wishing well again for me
And make wish number three
This old house
In
and a DJ (Tell 'em)
3 mics and A DJ (Yep)
Know 3 young niggas on the North
By name of Quavo, Offset and Takeoff
We mobbing pull up at your house
Squad open
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
Welcome to my world
Where numbers come alive
In this 3D Realm
Where synchronicities thrive
Angels whisper secrets
Putting numbers ‘for our eyes
We’re
Place three zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by one thousand
Et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad astra, forever and ever
again
Imma fuck up some commas and spin in a benz (Hey)
Rule number one ain't no nigga stopping me
Bitch imma get to this fame
No blocking me imma shoot
Heartache number one was when you, left me,
I never knew that I could hurt this way,
And heartache number two,
Was when you, come back again,
You
me till your man pass by
Don't you sneeze and don't you cough
If you get dusty I'll brush you off
Lipstick powder and paint
Lipstick powder
up my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer sludgy, greasy slime
I'm always bucking with Father Time
Cause he's my motherfucking enemy number one
my brain
Driving me crazy, nuts, insane
Sewer, sludgy, greasy slime I'm always bucking with all the time
'Cause he's my motherfucking enemy number 1
words as a weapon and knock you out with it
But hear me out again, I'm not try'na get hated on
I just tell it how I see it and if y'all don't play along
the face that you paint even clearer
When you Love By Number
Take some time to define your design
When you Love By Number
Lovely little color schemer
Another
into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
I like my oldschool drank
I like my candy paint
I like to hit on 3
We floating to the fucking bank
I like my oldschool drank
Sitting around candy
take me but
I will keep on walking anywhere
So I paint by numbers
And I wait beneath the covers
And I draw a perfect line to fit the end of a thousand
see you make it, they don't really care how far you got
Used to pull the car up after dark up in the parking lot
Yea
These paint by numbers
hard,
let try it again only this time lets
try a number between, say, 12 and ummm oh how about 14.
Simbody in crod: 13!!!!
Rodger Miller: ok 13,
This type beat might be for the shit, though
They doin' all kind of shit
Uh
Uh, I got numbers on my phone that'll never ring again
'Cause Allah
Heartache number one was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
And heartache number two was when you come back again
You came
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