Lyrics:
Popping bottles of champagne
Eating leftover candy canes
Toasting to entertain
In glimmering sequins
And golden kisses
Pearls around your neck
In
for your love
Crazy for you...
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Got leftovers as my love (leftovers)
believing one day this could work (it
like to waste my time (na na )
If I want her then its mine ( its for me )
I'm bougie I like what I like
Ion do leftovers Ima first draft typa nigga uhh
Twelve whole baskets of
Leftovers still
He's the bread
He's the bread
Jesus is the bread of life
Jesus is the living bread
Who came down from heaven
All
are talking with the kids
Cause all the talky-talky and the thinky-thinky
Can get you away from this
And if you find in your heart, some leftover part
pussy so good I can taste it
All these other bitches in the basement. Ain't no leftovers, I can't waste it
Did you love me at all for real? Was you
I eat dinner
At the kitchen table
By the light
That switches on
I eat leftovers
With mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No
a beautiful night
We're the first leftovers of the night
I think about the last times
And the people I had to hurt
I wonder why they couldn't touch
See in the shapes of my body
Leftover parts from apes and monkeys
Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly
I think of all
taking over
Animatronic leftovers
So this is real, short circuit dying
You starts to rust when you're crying.
Floating in space, trapped in nothing but
skull.
ìI scraped the leftovers with my knife. I scraped the leftovers, pass me your lighter. What a mess, to remove all the flesh. What a messî.
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
By the light that switches on
I eat leftovers with mash potatoes
No more candlelight, no more romance
No more small
getting closer
I see black and some leftovers
I think the party is not over
Don’t wanna leave this place sober
Too many substances in my drinks
My thoughts
never get no food
What do I get?
Leftovers, leftovers, leftovers
Give me some rightovers for once
My throat
Wait a minute
But I'm hungry
I'm hungry
and a movie? Before you move me
Strictly sex that's sweaty, leftover spaghetti
I see you got your own plans but sometimes I need a little romance
Damn, you
all the pans (all the pans)
She done seen a lot of money touch a nigga hands (them bands)
Saw me microwavin' the dope, like some leftovers (like some
These withered hands
Have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand
And leftover nightmares
Over the hill
A desolate wind
Turns shit to gold
leftovers
Riding round the city fliest of whips
I got a chauffeur
She getting lucky and wishing on stars
Might as well blow on a clover
Seat back in the rover
Ghetto
We Da Ghetto
Dis Da Ghetto
Aye I'm from the ghetto lil homie
So I kno everything about leftovers My mama cooked spaghetti on Monday
But we had
frantically grab at the leftover heat from your body
As it dissipates
I ambled along til' I got somewhere
Not knowing where
I need to go
Then I turned around
shoulders
But the best of me was always in the leftovers
Then you saved me
When you told me that you see
Every jagged part of me
But still want in
When we’re
Uhh
Sending signals into outer space
Still can't recognize my inner face
The leftovers to the interface
All we have as a means of escape
Escape
All
mask, My God
Oh my, night time, perm rods
Head wrapped up like a leftover
Toes undone, Shawty, Oh my
Let me see you with your perm rods
Let me see you
Sitting still like a puddle of water
Catching flies all day
Saving all of my worries for later
They're leftovers anyway
Got big plans of all different
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