Lyrics:
your the one that stands by my side
who-a blast er blasts who blasts you
its got a concicense like ooo
im gonna get mine you know i don't really care
my grasp
Don't let go
Just like you did the first time, just be mine
And the news, it always comes from behind (It hit me)
But I guess I should've seen
There is a story untold
Of a Queen once covered in gold
Someone stole her riches
And labeled her kind mistress
She is subjected to servitude
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
""By thinking that we are half of each other, we feel paradoxically incomplete, like a letter C, needing another, inverted, to complete a circle. Now
who want the title, it's vital to know
I'm a combination of all my idols and some killers
Pay ya dividend or get visited by them niggas
Spray it if it's
with my dick
Oh moudy, you promised introspection
Passed the inspection, left my psych ward with tethered tension
Misdirection, temper tantrums, burned
the lobby loaded with some drinks (Yep)
Oh yeah, it's gon' be a breeze yeah
Wishin' every day was like this I'm at peace yeah
Puff puff pass with the ladies
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
(Verse one)
Suhzed
If I could turn back the hands of time
I would start by wishing you were still mine
That you were still here, that you were not
girlfriend is made in America also (okay)
A mistress from Paraguay, and mine is from Oslo (okay)
I get 'em all together way out in the woods
And they get
her Ima beat it up, I bob and weave in it
Out by the sea and shit. She can't believe this shit
Yeah. She can't believe this shit
Out by the sea
and soon to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me,
I wanna try to make you mine (wine
thous with the dice game
Drive fast, live young
Push start, I'ma start,
She up and down that boulevard
Going hard, going hard
Oh you bout that life, want
Be gloating
You below me
So b-low me
I'm B.o.B
I see more green
Than CeeLo Green
She deep throating me
Oh geez, on knees
My freak on sheets
I freak
("Oh someday, no I ain't wastin' no more time")
[Rhymefest]
South-side step up, and get you a slice
East-side step up, and get you a slice
like Stanley
I wanna have the chance to say
I did this all by my self
Nothing but mines is it
No hand hand from the help
I got more than singles
first class
Can't change my mind on that oh no no
Been here bout a hundred times
Damn well I'd make you mine
Know my songs and you steal my rhythm
I'm
Champagne toast around 30 white bitches
Cars for the missus furs for my mistress
This shit is ridiculous my business is my business
So mind your own
She wasn't no basic thing
Looked like a painting by Bob Ross
Everyone would think the same
Yeah I want her to be the one for my summer
No, I don't want
hard
I don't trust a soul shit not even mine
I don't trust these niggas and thats on my life
I been workin' hard I aint got the time
Oh you want
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
and deciding they're fawns
Skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part
Goddamn, you're a big believer in that applause light praise
With mastodon
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