Lyrics:
Man, y'all don't know what y'all do for me
You see, without y'all, none of this would matter
I mean none of it
So I say thank you
Listen
Out
're listening to this right now, no matter how old you are, how young you are
Whether you on a school bus headed to get your education
Or you driving home from
why'all know why'all heard of him
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him,
Come on
This is hip hop, M-C's get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out goodies
be
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna let them hypnotize me
Punk-ass, are you listening? Can you hear me?
Or are you deaf and dumb to my language?
pants are so tight
When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco (oh)
Boy, I'm from Detroit
listening, you jerk, you pig, you bastard,
You scum of the earth, you good for nothing?
Are you listening?
Oh, don't go, don't go, please, don't go,
I didn't
Fellas
I Hope you're listening
Yo Yo
Wait a minute man
Yo R. Kelly man, yo
I know what you're saying about the
Definition of a hotti and all man
get there by itself
It didn't get there by itself
There's a feelin'
But you're not feelin' it at all
There's a meaning
But you're not listening
can't let go, let go, let go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end
You can do what about you feel
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make
what we fought, you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
You can do what about you feel
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make
Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing
Assassinate all the plannin'
Get wreck, what you see is what you get
To plunder more stars than Trek
21st
to get out of here
I could spend hours
Just listening to you speak
What's on your mind?
Where do you go when you sleep?
What are these words?
And what do
a thing
I wonder how is that really what you mean
Are you listening
I don't deserve to hurt this way
You can do damage with words you say, baby
Any
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's what it's all about (you are now witnessing)
Ayy, bruh
Yo
Thank you for comin' to Mr. Burger, how can I
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
at a Tech show (it's what you thinkin)
Feel like she let go (it's what you thinkin)
You never get no [x3] (it's what you thinkin)
[Verse 2:]
She know you
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
asleep and dreaming?
Yeah! What is there left to believe in?
Oh Shannon
I might be dreaming
I might be wasting my life away
listening to you
Down under
the D.O.C. on the boss
Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening
But here's a christening of what you've been missing
An exhibition, a hip-hop
You are my love
And my love for you girl
Is all that I need If I had nothing more.
That our love I'll be just fine with our love
(Oh!) (Sing on boy)
_(cropped).jpg/225px-Chris_Stapleton_Concert_(48519730107)_(cropped).jpg "Chris Stapleton")
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