Lyrics:
to do the right thing
Cause she want the Gucci, the Prada, the birkin and by her head game
I can tell that she workin and I been so blessed but she got me
back and find
I never really owned myself, so I cast you to the side
And I took for granted love as it went and passed me by
A cruel lesson learned, so
the soul
You will kill
For my kind
Raise them up from the fire
This world is ours
We will take it back
Burn it down to the ground
Rotting inside of this
and then forget it
And go back to the store
Now I seem to have men after me
From the collection agency
And the bank came by the other day
Took everything I
those Vitruvian men
The imperfect kind that stumble and then lean on a friend
When I come back in from the cold
When I have been bought and I have been
a hold, ha
(Caught up)
(Caught up) One time
I don't know what it is
(You know how we do)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
hit and me no hit back
Is when I'm hit by the painless reggae rock
You haffi give in anytime it start attack
'Cause you system not immune to that
No
'Cause I'm no captain let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart
So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this
out the side too (How)
It's kind of tough I do whatever I decide to
And women kind of jock it
I can see it from there side view
My shorty sitting round
homies
The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get
But Darcy'd forgotten the very thing
That makes a dragon unique
Unlike a horse, a dragon, of course
Breathes fire whenever he speaks
Off to town,
the valley
I've not lost a thing
Down here in the valley
Where the mission bells ring
Two by two
The lights shine
In the orchard
Ask me why I'd
Stand in for
Girl, the only thing that matters in my life
Is that I'm down for you and treat you right
You've got no call to treat me cold as ice
Oh oh, girl
Unless you past the presence of pastors blessings
I send you back to Jamaica
Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker
Fuck that bitch, and smear blood
thing this is where it gets tricky
Make sure your sleight of hand isn't to sticky
You never wanna take more then you planned
Cuz being greedy can't save
One oh five in the shade mixing SoCo with lemonade
Got a beer in my hand my toes in the sand
But all I wanna do is get laid
She was the sweetest
A proper way to say goodbye
People say that
I've never used one
Would it be easier if I could
ever be a different
kind of person
Would I feel better
stop to think
Is there a time to look at our reflection?
The things we did
Will ricochet back to us
Mistakes will go right through us
But we will not die
must hide as Christmas laws preside
Enslaved by magic chains, my tragic pain
I am contained where toys are made and elves get laid
What? Listen here...
for they name
They started acting real tricky
Said that it was Nameless
Fuck kind of name is that
Said that it'd be painless
They ain't lie about that
to take your hand
Foolish one
Such humans have gone
They've been replaced
By noughts and ones
We still got TV
We still got that
It makes things smaller
because
I been going through so much mentally but it's like you know things could be worse I was just sitting in prison but I got good time
Tell me
the floor) i can’t do this no more
See our conversations they are kind of a bore
Sex the only thing that's left to explore
But if I just wait for that
Will it
[Verse 1]
As I precede to count my dividends
Plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches
With plenty men that they done played I'm laid
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