Lyrics:
You wasn't perfect for a nigga and you know it
Let my heart bleed on my sleeve, I ain't worried
Try to hold you down, but my arms can't even hold you
Something I Can Embrace
(Derek Welsh/Randy Barber)
Didn't hear a word that waiter said
He came by at least 3 times
I guess it was something,
the daytime, she a CEO, by at night, shorty's a dancer
Got snaps up for the premium, onlyfans in the bio
Posting pics from L.A., but she staying in Ohio
Fell in
If it goes without saying, it goes without saying
Yeah
Hopeless romantics stand stiff
As if they've never heard the classics
I wave my arm and yell
it's head
I'm done with my habits
And being the heel
It's too late to prove it
I promise you it's real
Grab me by the arm
And throw me in the ring
to a floaty that these seaguls have been pokin
But what's my purpose if I get to bailin
When I observe someone else's arms flailin
I struggle to take my worth
Just getting my head right
Hot on my heels
Making me feel like
I'm in the spotlight
Making a deal
Sign it and seal
To get in a fist fight
You're not
I first laid eyes on you
Knew I had to meet ya
Must've been your talk
And all your fly features
Got me head over heels
Or maybe going crazy
Barely
Superman and Lois
Three coins in the fountain
Trojan wars were fought for love
Misery by Steven King
Hamlet had a thing for death
Love's a very messed up
I've been outcast, feel like a refugee
Cause I got G's to eat steak over Mickey D's
Boy please, MVD's
Told y'all I have tough heels
Stand on mines,
just tell it to heel
Treat me like a cannibal
Eat me up like a meal
Like I'm 5-star bitch I grind hard
I ain't picking up your call
Obviously I'm just
dancing
Than kick my heels off before they leave
Bored as a butcher
Catching dust in his cleaver
Drunk like the son of the steed
Bloated pigs and blowfish
a fuck, nah
I don't give a fuck
High class nigga, all I smoke is A plus
Might blow a whole P, nigga
I don't give a fuck
Girl on my lap, she say she wanna
But where did the moon go?
The stars on high
That used to burn
Are standing by
For your return
Until my arms
Are holding you tight
How blue my
heart
And it melted in your arms
This isn't a place that I belong
I feel your fear
Surrounded by your skin
You feel my heartbeat
Vibrate so
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
old world pass us by
So many things we could do instead
Get what you want with your lucky eyes
Faster kill faster still pussycat
Those high heels
put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag bitch
It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a
That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all
I wake up in the morning I'm thinking of you
In Dollars and Cents in high heel shoes
I start to think and the headache goes boom
I'm counting
roll by,
it's hot outside,
but I've got you here girl,
so I've got no complaints,
with you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm,
all our troubles
And make my present past.
My adolescence surpassed.
By the will to chill,
I'm looking for something real.
In a world of fake hos in high heels
I'll drop
Rick James." >
[Mannie]
"Well, give me a Hennessy and one of them pills.
And point me to the strippers buck naked in high-heels."
What? What?
I can't stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don't realize
What you do to me
When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
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