Lyrics:
don't wanna be stuck indoors enrapturing
Like your lightnings
Ayy, ayy, switch my stare
But I got more loverly
That's why I need one scare
But I've tried
other shit
I'm a glutton for punishment
You're the gloves, I'm the punching mitts
It's above and beyond us
Cuffing, I'm shoving the girl I love inside
Uh
Birdman handrub
This shit fit me like a damn glove
Shit cleaner than a hand scrub
Feel better than DJ Khaled fan love
This the rock that
bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That it's cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
This must be love, fits like a glove
Well it
Skin tight
Fits me like a glove
Your love is
Skin tight
Yes indeed it is
Your love is
Alright
Anytime of day or night
Is alright
Skin tight
Skin
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your little hand?
Who's gonna kiss your ruby red lips?
Mmm
Papa's gonna shoe your
machine
[Chorus]
With a flick of the switch
With a flick of the switch she'll blow you sky high
With a flick of the switch
With a flick of the switch
The contingencies of a day unravel my senses
And now your distance is darkness
My hope has been beset by your absence
I decay from inside
too much for many, drove some DJ's nuts
But the DJ named Glove has reigned supreme
As the turntable wizard of the hip-hop scene
So listen to him,
as well
As a hand in a glove
Yes it does
Yes it does
What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the park
It's the song of the kids
And it plays until
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Baby, I'ma switch this shit up
Fuck that old shit, yeah
We ain't in a rush, girl, it's just us, girl (no)
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Can I borrow a feelin'?
Could you send me a jar of love?
Hurtin' hearts need some healin',
Take my hand with your glove of love!
(I sell more than best buy)
Shoulders, shoulders,
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it switch it up aye
I’m an artist, mama I’m an artist
I told you
Meet my team
A contingency of nasty people
Wayne saw it
Let the competition begin
Want some?
Get some
Wake up and meet my team
Meet
me
Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings
Bump into things like someone in love
Each time I look at you
I'm limp as a glove
And feeling like
house that's hidin'
Behind the glove, the ink is drying
Too long, feels like a beach of clouds
Welcome to my silver lining
I saw this boat coming in
every heart there's a moment
For every hand, a glove
And for every woman, a man to love
For every heart there's a moment
For every hand, a glove
me
Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings
Bump into things like someone in love
Each time I look at you
I'm limp as a glove
And feeling like
the heart's head
The shield of the rivers is hers
She one told me to think white
And the night disappeared like a bird.
Hold the glove of gold behind you
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