Lyrics:
a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show you all the things
Come and take my hand don’t
like boys and be men (be men)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within? (How you gonna win?)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within?
a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all
you were rough and kinda tough
And maybe out of reach
You're acting chic, playing hide 'n' seek
But ain't love a bitch
Oh I must state right here I
cream
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, girl, I like the way you're shaped
Ain't wasting no time, I'ma fuck you right now, freaking to Jodeci
Ain't nobody
about a thing,
’Cos every little thing’s gonna be alright.
Rise up this morning,
Smile with the rising sun.
Three little birds pitched by my doorstep,
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, you see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
You need some money in a hurry
But things ain't right
You try to beg and borrow maybe start a fight
Your friends don't want to know you they
, do-right, do-right) all-night man
If you want a do-right
(do-right, do-right, do-right) all day, day
Ain't no way for me to love you
If you won't let me it
You need some money in a hurry
But things ain't right
You try to beg and borrow maybe start a fight
Your friends don't want to know you they
And nobody knew
Nobody knew
That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor
And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral director
Who poisoned
mind m-mind m-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful by telling me please be careful
Yeah right r-r-r-r-right r-right r-right right
a thing
Ain't passing from the right
I'm, passing to the left
Burn this whole thing down
All, by myself
Till I'm numb
Yeah woman I can't feel
remarried
Yo, chill man
We keepin' it real with these people, right?
Lucky I ain't kill you when I met that b- (Nah, aight, aight )
Y'all know how I met
the semen, stop acting like boys and be men (be men)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within? (How you gonna win?)
How you gon' win, when you ain't
these tears ain't drying
You, you, you can never say that I'm not the one who really loves you
I pray, pray, pray every day that you'll see things
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
alarmed if I sound off
Something just ain't right with me, dawg
A martyr on a private charter, whose life could be harder?
Widely regarded highly, bite
a thing
Ain't passing from the right
I'm, passing to the left
Burn this whole thing down
All, by myself
Till I'm numb
Yeah woman I can't feel
perfectly, yeah
Hotel rooms even now
Silence feels way too loud
Won't feel right 'til my wheels touch down
Crazy how we thought by now we'd have it
suppose to (Sittin right here)
And that ain't cool (You know that ain't cool)
I've got to get over losing you
Shattered I can't believe you're gone
everything little thing you do (ain't that loving you)
Yes, yes, yes it's so right with my yeah
(Ain't that loving you) said I love you, I love you, I
I
Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy, where's daddy?
Right here, girl
Sweet thing, you look so sad
Cheer up, don't you know your dad is bad
Give daddy
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