Lyrics:
this by the seasons
She said she just hit me up for no reason
You be looking thru the phone, that’s treason
But ay, we deep up in this thang
Niggas
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
being shed
Blood on the trees it’s a shame that he dead
Fuck whatcha heard now explain what ya read
Stick to your word can’t exchange what you said
Too
and friends like Usher said
I get wavy with my baby like we surfin
You remember all the things that I forget
I want your brown sugar like D'Angelo
Girl, your
what it is
And I cannot forget the words that you said
Told me you was different,
Ain't like them bitches you know mob with the
Crowd you said you can't
on His side; you've said bad things and you've lied
Still I remember some of the good things baby
Of love after dark and picnics in parks
Those are
that PayPal
I'm in this bitch now
Pull up and hop out the whip and I lay down
Your boy a bitch now slapped him so
Hard got me feeling like Chris Brown
city. Alone. And then you showed up . . . and so much came flooding back and I . . . I have a list of things I need to do today. And as much as I need
and you ran so fast
Uhh
The one thing I ask is
What the hell was that
Fell in love the second I saw you
Brown hair blue eyes yeah I want you
You
will you have
They said they wanna see which one gon last
I got sad and started pouring hard shots in the glasses
Not in the mood for this shit but I'm
all this trash about me
Heard it was started by Andy D
Hey that's funny, isn't that your name
My life isn't apart of your game
All this trash you
is what Bourne said
And if you was born around that time
You was born dead
The Espionage Act had people confused
'Cause it was double talk
And they
Chris brown
Yea
What you thinkin
Let's head overseas
And fuck with all the Jamaicans
Move ya hips to the music
I know you feelin it
But when we head
To think that neither of us had planned it
I feel like I gambled
But I'll roll these dice
You roll on top and do your sexy lil dances
Won't last forever
make this an everyday thing
I done swallowed my pride for you
Sat down and I cried with you
Crazy thing
I even got family members that died for you
Cops
kick rocks then
Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"
Honey gold diggin', hoe you
the straight life and the lack of help are two things that you were never confined to
That's easy for you to say
You assume, but you don't know
I have a rebuttal
said you got to work hard to want to compete
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
Money is the key to end all your woes
Your ups
lacking flour
So good for you, Chris Hopkins, for suggesting that instead
We focus on the kind of thing that's followed by a shower
But keep the guest list
everyone else from the top down
America's safe if you're not brown
Fuck everyone else from the top down
America's safe if you're not brown
I said what I
And there I don't just write it but I spew it
But I'm not about to beg for y'all to listen to my music
But you ain't heard the last of me
Said you ain't heard
gotta let her be
I'ma let her be by herself in peace
But five years from now I bet she see
When the club gets played
The things you crave are no
gotta let her be
I'ma let her be by herself in peace
But five years from now I bet she see
When the club gets played
The things you crave are no
You don't mean it
You don't mean it, ooh, baby
Let me tell you right now
You said that you wanted a love that would last forever
To break my
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