Lyrics:
I was serenely independent
And content before we met.
Surely I could always be that way again - and yet,
I've grown accustomed to her look,
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune
That she whistles
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night
I've grown accustomed to his face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon
He smiles, he
to break
I got no spare parts, got no oil to change
Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose
If I want something bad enough, I always find a way to get through
time can remember
Setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughters
time can remember
Setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughters
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her
time can remember
Setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughters
I've grown accustomed to her face,
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night an' noon
Her smiles,
accustomed to
I be keeping to myself
Cuz I don't trust no one
Keep ya handshakes
I don't fuck with you
Shawty you can skate
I'm done with you
Being by myself
Levitate, levitate
Watch my money elevate
People with no money make no sense
So I delegate, hella hate
I have grown accustomed
Now I think it's time
I gotta go
Yea I gotta skate
Time is money
I'm raising the rates
Accustomed to fakes
You niggas is late
I'm finna get cake
Whatever it takes
I gotta
Swear I done got accustomed to these R.I.P's
Every time I turn around
My niggas on white tee's
I'm blackening my lungs
With this expensive weed
No restrictions, no money complications
Repeat my actions even on probation
I'm accustomed to bad habits, asset protection
Handgun in the lockbox,
Cause I'm accustomed to losing you
Coming after what little I've got
See my fruit, you're dying to see it rot
I wish all the luck to you
But obviously I'm
you not too late uh
I was accustomed to game I'm an old soul with a couple new traits
They didn't wanna see me win
We buy the lake
Swimming in my dream
Wharf wait till it come dung
Wait till it come dung
*Whistles*
Chorus
Mi nave time fi nuh hold dung
One way, young don tell dem get accustomed
Ahhhhh
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
She whistles night and noon
Her smiles, her
I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune he whistles night and noon
His smiles, his
like dancing
Let it show
Tell me anything
But please don't say no
I could get used to you
Oh, darling, you're so fine
I could grow accustomed
(uh)
But steady receiving the hate (uh)
Kept it 100 for real (yea)
But niggas accustomed to fake (uh)
Wanting the sunshine but the bright
Lights bringing
Accustomed to the love
Baby girl you see me in this
Baby girl you see me in the cut
It's for the love
Aye
You
All fingers point to me, ain't a shred
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