Lyrics:
Come on baby, let me take you by your hand
Come on sweet thing, let me take you by the hand
Can't you see, I wanna be your candy, candy
Your candy
Wish I could reach up and reset that sun
Reverse these wheels go back and re-pick you up
Went by so fast oh so sweet
Make me wanna remake a memory
Any nigga threatening P, you bugging
I got a thousand soldier, we dumbing
Catch P all by hisself, I got something
Then puncture your flesh my blade,
me
Ain't nobody, gonna turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around, turn me around
Ain't nobody gonna talk sweet talk to me
Ain't nobody gonna
Let me see generation times
Will we hear children singing rhymes
Sweet memories gone by
They're gone by
Let me be wiser with my eyes
Let me
with us sometime
I know you love that sweet little gal of mine
You and her could talk about babies
Make some home made apple pie
While me and dad could
As I was walkin' down the street
Down the street, down the street
I met somebody who was mighty sweet
Mighty fair to see
I asked her would she
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
in my ear
You're sweet like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear
I'm weak by your touch and when it's melting on my lips
I run through my body when you
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields
planned out perfect
In case y'all niggaz got to get murdered
A Mastermind
Sleeps at night, real easy
A Mastermind
'Cause everything he does is by
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
Talk to me baby, I want to sleep at night
My heart is heavy, it's weighed down by the night.
And now I'm lonely, I want to see the light
So deep
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
ends here
Thursday has an ear
The coffee clash career
She talks to strangers
And kissing by the sea
A tequila tome
'ti punch, mojito, sling
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
talk to me
Let's stop playing games, don't turn away from me
Just look me straight in the eyes
Don't try to sweet-talk me
With those nasty words you
guys
It talks about relationships being so wonderful
Almost too good to be true
You don't know if this is a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
the block
She needed somebody to talk
Oh Jackie was up 'n down the block
She needed somebody to
Talk talk talk
Fucky swings on by
Sweet like honey-pie
Fucky
Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley
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