Lyrics:
mind?)
Motion of oceans
(Confirming my notions by how you reply)
It's about the little things
(Learn a better lover won't cross your lines)
Got to be
the shy type! ~ Yes, it's my type!
He's the kind that girls can't trust!
Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do,
She may have to walk home,
environment
Euthanize my violence by jotting these raps, see
Ask me, it's not to be crafty
I do it because otherwise, they wouldn't try to understand me
I got
the shy type! ~ Yes, it's my type!
He's the kind that girls can't trust!
Some guys take a girl out ridin' an' when they do,
She may have to walk home,
with you
Put a little smile on you
Yeah you cute, but that don't impress much
Games you playing with your lover
It's my favorite kind of summer
through my window
I see lovers passing by
I wish this lonely night was over
And I could have you by my side
The kind of love we had together
It was
fire)
This is that hate/love kind of shit
That makes you want to quit life and
I just got played by my lover
Playing friendly fire
Why tryna start some
and friends
I can't pretend
Wanna be more than lovers and friends
I swear it's been awhile
Since a woman made me smile
Girl you one of a kind
The time that we
but I just can't find you
Seems like you would have found
Your own self by now
But late at night those lover's tears come back
Faces in your
Late at night you can find me surrounded by all of my simple ink and pen
Drawings sinking, hiding, screaming, waiting to be opened again
Like
truckin' she a Tonka
Its all kind of flavors in my shop
I'm Willy Wonka
You ain't the man
You pay these hookers to eat 'em
I fill a bowl up with the green
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
my restraints my excitement can't be contained
Lean down and lick the blood off the gash on your wrist
By now you're dead pale, not much longer
Mugs of tea for two by our bedside,
You look up at me, bright and green-eyed
Am I good enough for you?
You're sweet, you're kind, you're joy
Changers,
Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks.
[Chorus]
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But
a diva, so dramatic
But that's the price you payin' if you want my magic
Not the kind of lover you can just get back with (no, no)
If you're gonna
hated by my own kind
So I keep a grip on the nine like its my life line
And rubber on my dick cause these hoes is trifling
I got my back against the wall,
love ya I love ya love ya
Young lover its later than you think
days fly by like birds fly high
you'll miss 'em if you blink
my young lover he keeps me
Hot girl summer, more like hot girl bummer
'Cause I'm still stuck on my springtime lover
Fantasize as I fall asleep
Wake up, you're still haunting me
burn, hear it call
But you're careful to keep the proper mix in
Billy's howling lonesome on a Honda Civic hood
He's sweating out the toxins and he sings
drinking. It's not always a big deal. You know for me, drinking just didn't really agree with me. It made me kind of sleepy. It made my cars crashy. Let's
over my dick
Put it in her vajay-jay,
I be in my bag like Kate spade
Almost got caught by a copper in the eighth grade
Dropped him off pot
So the braddah
carry a heart which can break time and space apart
If I can't visualize my lover
Must I travel through the years?
If I can already remember
What hasn't
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