Lyrics:
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up
on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
(You get your head down, will you)
I want you to march
Eyes go right, shoulder arms
Left wheel turn, show your charms
Change your clothes,
now;
You is going to take a walk.
Left foot, right.
Right foot, left.
Walk on down to the dry cleaners and pick
Up your walkin' pants!
Left foot,
, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
I can't relate to desperation
My "give
He told the tribe these men they could trust that was his true belief
He went down to Independence Hall and there was a treaty signed
That promised
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Bitch, be humble
(Hol' up
Right now, I'm in a state of mind
I wanna be in like all the time
Ain't got no tears left to cry
So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up
I'm lovin',
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
some of y'all didn't hear it right
I didn't call him
His name wasn't the artist
Artist, Artist
Artist - every syllable must be heard
Artist - formerly
left to say now oh oh
I'm giving up, giving up he he
Giving up now
I'm giving up, giving up he he
Giving up now
There's nothing left to say now
the ground
Here we go down now, here we go down
There's nothing but the powers that be
I know you're fine, I know you're right, I know I
'Cause you're going
of them artists that's
On that P diddy show
I can hit you wit' the scope
Or hit you wit' some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back
Soon as you want war
This ain't Texas (woo), ain't no hold 'em (hey)
So lay your cards down, down, down, down
So park your Lexus (woo) and throw your keys up (hey)
to hold,
All dressed up for one more night of love
I put a golden band on the right left hand this time,
And the right left hand put a golden band
the superstar glow so (ooh)
Do the boogie like
Side step, right, left to my beat
High like the moon, rock with me, baby
Know that I got that heat
Let me
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
features for a pop artist 'cause they popped down
Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
You know how I'm rocking now
YM forever
down and then I rise back up
I let my ego down and then I'll be stronger
I'm armed, to let a sucker step up and get bombed
By a beat created by my
might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down, down the road
Pick your left foot up
When your right foot's down
Come on legs keep movin'
Friends break up, friends get married
Strangers get born, strangers get buried
Trends change, rumors fly through new skies
But I'm right where you
give up
Tough times, I'll just take them in stride
Mmm, I'm almost there, only one more step
Whoa, left, right, left, right, left
Mmm, I'm moving
Thought-provoking is the basis for draft
Join all in, children, women and men
We gon tighten up our boots
And march till it ends
Come on, left, right, right, left
We
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