Lyrics:
on the pillow
And streched my hand out
On the cool white linen -
And sing you lemon melody
I kept the shoes on the sill
By the window seat -
In case you got
jigged out
White linen and if a bitch don't like me
She must like women everytime I come around
You see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career
a motherfuckin Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach nigga
White linen, smokin ci-gar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger
Feelin on your booty
You must not have known
That I was enough
All These women
Wrapped in linen
Thinking it's designer
But they never met an Artist
Make em' feel finer
Come on
It's been too long
Come on
It's way too
Cold outside
So come on in and
Warm yourself to brand new linen
I've got things to say so listen
now
I love breakfast in bed
But i want head instead
Baby you know just what to do
Sippin on mimosas while we watching Key & Peele
Breakfast in bed is
dance with any bitches to them EDM beats
We bout them dancers and bitches around this G V N G
Them fishy bitches in my linen down for D C N T
It's
I remember lying in bed one morning
And I was overwhelmed
Because
I was trying to remember
What feeling happy felt like
And I couldn't remember
And I
Spanish version, my bunny was horny as fuck
Working the kid, we burst later, lay in the bed
Duvet sheets, my face hit the spread
Then time me, I'm not
Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime won't go to bed blues
Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime won't go to bed blues
tragedy of life
Of ways that
"Mak' yer bed fu' broad, dear Thaney
Mak' yer bed fu' broad and wide
There will lie a southern suitor
And you shall be his bonnie bride"
"Faither
band playing somewhere.
Roll on your back and wait for the talbum.
But what's that?
Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt
they peeled off
your bed
And next your life is snatched
Tank full of petro
Bank full of paesos
Pull on my tour bus
Bonus on a payroll
Feel like I be killin' it
gon' show you up, but then you got that liquor in ya
Calling last night a fluke, acting like she didn't remember
I hopped up out that linen, I'm finna
make amends over old means and mimosas
My momma know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it
Whether there's sandpaper, suede linen
Whether I'm alone
All the lilacs in Ohio-hio
So you pin her handkerchief to clean white linen sheets
And you unmake your bed and crawl in
You imagine her there
Clean linen ironed
On a fresh made bed but I ain't got
One salty dime, one salty dime
Just close your eyes, it won't take long
It won't hurt a bit
winter snow
All the lilacs in Ohio-hio
So you pin your handkerchief to clean white linen sheets
And you unmake the bed and crawl in
You imagine her
babe, I just wanna love ya babe
Get up in this bed
Come up out them clothes
Black Fendi curtains
Black marble on the floor
Baby let me watch it
the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links
Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's
sitting on the bed
Holds me hostage in my head
Shackled to the Hell Hag
Bid upon the item that you want to win
But only humans with a dilated pupil turn
Now I'm sitting in this bed that's not the one I
Grew up in
Feels something like a quarter life crisis
Now my life is gone
Wanna tiptoe down the hall
How we went from lovers to worst heartbreak
Left me all alone in this bed we made
Said you'd feel no different if I left or stayed
Now I know you
I swear this life different I can't get it outta my head
I don't got space to cater to ya I'm tryna get you outta my bed
I might be high from the day
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