Lyrics:
sure also to honor the h in my heart
The trap of my spirit you know one day
I’m gonna have a kid in one arm and
A glass of Pxnot Grigio in the other
the arm (charm)
That bitch is borin', oh, that's your main?
Come get her, can't help it, she gone
Count up a bag but know we ain't tourin'
If it ain't
Ahh
So seductive
Alright
You know this one goes out
To the man, the myth, the legend
Mr. Brian Kiely
Turn me up
Hey kids, sit down, let me spin you
getting eaten by the telephone
Under the dream of a man in the sea
Lies a postcard written for Eleanor Rigby
Take my arm as we walk through the city
You
seat
Just for you and me
So lets go down till our fuel bleeps
Run over some kids off the streets
Oh, woah, oh
We can sit by the beach sipping on Piña
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
the row
This made the kid heated
He gathered his arms and retreated
Plotted the death of the rival drug dealer
The clientele stealer, was going down for
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids
Baby I finally got you
Smoker session arm in arm
We fall in love
Baby i love you
We ain't fall in love
We fall asleep
Smokin hard we're into deep
I
When I used to sit by the window
Watching the empty road
It was you who I was watching for
And when I used to dream of someone's lips
And someone's arms
Oh I
I can't help but lose my mind
'Cause when you're lying by his side
I'm breaking down
I'm bleeding out
But you sleep fine
And I
Oh I know you
watch ain't gon cool the soul
Of kids tight gripped by devil
You el diablo el fuego ni**a
(babbling)
I see you running but I see no progress my ni**a
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
I've been
Guess what kid
I've been beneath your
Skin
You've been wondering
Bout where I've been
Guess what kid
I've been beneath your
Skin
I took too
Do you remember when we were kids
When no one cared about what we did
Now we're grown and got expectations to fill
I wonder where the good times went
of the adolescent
Standing in your arms out on the doorstep
We were just kids but I could never forget
And I swear I never will
You were just a kid and I was only
Did I reach out and hold you,(Yeah) in my lovely arm's?(Uh)
Ohh, I forgot to be your lover
(Heh heh) We going do it
Ohh, I forgot to be your lover
from?
People ask me how we wearing diamonds
When there's little kids in Sierra Leone
Losing arms for crying while they mining
Probably an orphan who's
where the f*** he pulled that out from
People ask me how we wearing diamonds
When there's little kids in Sierra Leone losing arms for crying while
the sun would keep shining, the day never end
By the shores of the Swilly, now with kids of our own
Another year over, and see how they've grown
Then
no hands
(Mesmerized by her sexy eyes)
Put my arms over her head and move that ass without no hands
(Mesmerized by the way you whine on me)
Put
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