Lyrics:
"Damn, has it been that long? (Haha)
Say what happened since I been gone, homie?
Y'all got the game all wrong man, it's too pretty in here (hmm)
Damn, has it been that long? (Haha)
Say what happened since I been gone, homie?
Y'all got the game all wrong man, it's too pretty in here (hmm)
I've gotta go, yeah you've got me feelin' low
24/7, Now we're stealin' the show
I'd rather back it up and take it slow
I wanna take it slow, I gotta
the tip eat the whole dick thank you for shopping here
Stay down till I let you know it safe to come look out for me first one through the door and last
ass)
Fellas, man your stations
You’ve got some slight work
Tell her bring it back
You wanna see her twerk
Ok it’s time to go
I’ve had enough
Hold up
Who
Don't need nobody by my side, I got me
I start out every single day, on my knees
I pray to God, and he meet my every need
I hustle and pray, everyday
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
the naked truth don't seem no use follow only love
Till I can see it in your eyes
When the voodoo is a comin' on strong get your head down way down low
No
give them all the good times that I’ve missed
Now I know I’m not loved by everyone, yeah I’ve got some issues
But I want it all to end well, ‘cause when
number five on the radio station
Won a four-day, three-night beach vacation
Deep sea senorita fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex future
know it's my fault; I take the blame
I'm winning in the day but at night I hate the game
Oh morning-star how you've fallen down
You were the angel
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3
There is a place within it that I have won
And there is victory at sea
And then there's the sun crashing down upon us
Faithful readership of the Old
rumble like thunder.
Off top, I am never going under,
I’ve got a mission, I keep it real with myself,
I put it down for my family, I’ve got to live for
Put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and
That's not a whole round
Way I leave
loner on this love affair
At the corner stand, you wait
It's pouring down fat beads of rain
You buy three packs that come as one
Warning underneath your
bored and now, I'm running out of time
I've only got six minutes if I'm gonna make her mine
One minute and the earth begins to shake
Two minutes
that you've got me hanging by a thread
So please cut me some slack before I'll be dead
Searching for my dopamine behind the comforts of a screen
Stuck in
That I need you here with me now
'Cause you've got that one thing
Live While We're Young
Let's go crazy, crazy
Crazy 'til we see the sun
I know we only
and went right out your door
You blame everything on me like it's my fault
But you fail to see the damage that you've done salt
But you ain't down to earth
niggas sprayed the block, it's mad hot
Yo half the spot got locked
What? Who got shot?
My little nigga Bill from down the hill
We had a one through five
I
on a CD
Hundred percent
Like, I need it in email
It was like, yo, Frank don't email
He only give you beat CDs
Yeah
I'm like, yo, what the fuck is
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
that night
I went down to the store
Got my earphones in
As I walk to the door
And when I walk in
All I see is your face
Oh my god you really haven't aged
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