Lyrics:
talkin' Las Vegas
You healthy for my mind, I'm lickin' on your spine
Lay you on this table like it's time to get aligned,
I'm that nigga now she spread it
meadow down by the stream
Find me on your way home
In your memory
Where the wild things grow
Where they're free
Oh
In my sweetest dreams
This love like
how am I to understand what I've missed
Story by, well, just another makeshift
The cards say shift, my mind says rip
Love's got me sick, I wanna make
my eyes I walk by faith so I can see the way
Have to let the Holy Spirit lead the way
You ain’t gotta
You ain’t gotta
You ain’t gotta Apologise
What is so interesting baby
What else is on your mind
Why can't you acknowledge me
Or give me some of your time
You got such a sweet thing by your
So appreciate how I'm movin
Bubble baths and dinners
Burnin' just the beginnin
Massages by the fireplace
Now your legs like antennas
Now you back
card good when she walk in the section, trash that one
Now that that's out of the way, let's talk bout real things
Ayy
I'm in my mind, dodging
is why i said goodbye to these demons in my mind
I really wanna take my time
So i can't really be your type
Cause then no one's got to cry
This is why
sixteen, always follow your dreams
Think these girls are demons, How they'll drag you straight to hell
Think I'm out my mind, my screws are loose, I need
First thing first let me ask you how you really feeling how you really feeling how
You feel for real
Everything on your mind that you keep concealing
could be your man.
Verse 3:
You changed the way I looked at you by simply loving me, now I'd never be the man that I am used to be.
Verse 4:
All
never felt that way
I didn't even know your name
But know
Every little thing about you
And I just love it
Every detail about your mind your body and your
One, they'll look in your eye
And question your pride
And find it
While one minimised the mind
To likes of mindless
And called it your class
Do what you
this will change your faith
Every man is for himself so we live in hate
Niggas working 9 to 5, still they live by eight (hate)
In this case, all I do is
ima dive in it, Tell me now
Will you be my bitch, Stand by my side yeah
She know everybody
She know everybody
She want all the nice things
And she want
How can I say I know pain and I never felt loss
When your homie dead and you too young to understand
Steady growing up haven't seen it again
I'm
the woods, the trees are alive
the mysterious shade as it follows
Persecutes your mind, plays with your nerves
The beast is waiting in the shadow
Shutters are
ping doing my thing thing
Listen to ya album and then I drain my main vein
Hornet dog-gon-it my boss is all on it
Imma duke of hazzard your crews
On and on the rain will fall
But I won't feel a thing
You just stroll on by
Our eyes are yet to meet
And there is just one thing that I wish
finna pop a breezy
(Go)Take off light skinned
Then I'm goin' to the next one
Hit that girl twice
And I treat her like a step-son
Pimpin' you ain't
Slightly scattered all about
No one to tuck away the darkness
Or hide your memory till light
I can see you little baby
Say a prayer for me tonight
Take Picasso, Arlo Dickson, add some Salvador Dali,
Accompanied by Wagner plus some Public Enemy
She isn't any of these things and she would never
Help that fate has left a scar on me
Hell I'm looking for some light relief
Help, help
Help faith don't mean a thing to me
Help walking down a dead
the light
You love to hear me again And when the sun beams down all of your lies
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
The sky's all grey in
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