Lyrics:
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you
The revolting plausibilities gamble times of your demise
Souls fractured in charisma by the purity of ice
A game's no fun when you're alone or it's players
Underworld
I can see your under tone
They can miss me i dont love
I can leave you in the morning
Underworld
Bring the metal to the door
Surgery i'm undergoing
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
Twist in my stomach, tangles in trouble
Like the roots of an aging tree
Wise is the man who knows himself
Knows what he wants to be
Knife in my hand
of living creatures. You train the young to follow in Your footsteps by word and by deed. Give up your knives. Take instead the vulnerability of your own
plate
I'm steak knife cut, some cards my sleeve (Yessir)
It's winter wipe my nose (Snotty)
I don't do D.O.P.E
Yeah
Steady Operate in Lowkey Openings
My
worth fighting on this Earth is a mental one
I'm passing hella game that you can give to ya little ones
Like wake up in the morning drink a bottle
a dominant male
And I'm born with Malaria
Form of Lou Gehrigs
To torture and terrify corporate America
Poor little Erica
In the morning the sheriff's and Law
Even if swords rain in the quarter of the moonfaced one
We bow our heads by the will of God
We also know the rituals of piety
But we have to accept
'till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?
Hmmmmmmmmh
You'll be older, too
it in the morning, yeah
Swear all this other bullshit, yeah
Babygirl it ain't important, yeah
So come and take a ride with me
She just wanna smoke
to stand by the clock at a quarter to five
Put your ear to the wall just to feel you’re alive
Realise that you don’t know too much do you?
Slow your mind
ain't talking Warner
Can catch me in DR, I'm crossing the border
They fucked up the watch and I had to reorder
By 2022, I need me a quarter
These niggas
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit
We murder niggas at night
And in the morning
We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
Murder
6:19 In the morning nigga
Let me start off with this statement
I'm the motherfucking greatest
I ain't even have too many haters
All my niggas knew I
saying
Eyes be Asian every time we vibe; conversations be amazing
Till six in the morning... Big spliffs and liquor pouring
It's getting lit by the minute,
the game eating cereal til the morning light
What up big cuz
Remember when we had to borrow sugar racing in the streets barefooted I remember when
Little
With the 4:11 gears eat the quarter in a sec
I got a quarter in a sack
I'm ah burn it in a hour
Pack of 5 swish sweets with some amaretto sour
Take me
that got a couple mortgages
Business that's all legit
When the food come in peng, they keep ordering
I can lick out a Zed by the morning, bitch
In
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
break
Its six in the morning awoke by
The sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, it's hot out there, yeah
Yeah
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