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from classless, Cartier glasses
By the night, she showin' passion, just like she Gladys
I'ma read her like a book, or even a pamphlet
Toss her heels then

to do it my way
Putting in work on the night shift
Working 2 jobs plus college Friday to Friday Vizine burn my eyelids, shit
Flying down 480 doing 80 this

but She know I can't spend a night
I be tryna tap his head, we be Spinnin' in that strike

I pray I don't go to hell, I been Sinin' all my life
Chain

I caught a train back from Sydney in December I was doing it tough 
The night before I remember a pint of beer turned into shots
Met up with friends,

It's the night before that concert in Sweden
It's the night before you sweat through yr shades
It's the night before you told 'em you're leaving

too busy feeling Whitney
She texts me like "Sydney, I remember when you kissed me"
(bitch)
I remember the times, you called me up late at night
You said

of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super

I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know

scream
For every draught he'd share a drink
For every sorrow there's a light from our St. James

On the sea by the cliff he watches
He waits the night

man rut
Women all screaming, criminals' bleeding
Just another night out in this dump
You'd have more chance trying to find peace
In an evening with

A Ha

Mos Def

True Magic [Clean]

2006

rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past

Memories

Neotropic

Xen Cuts

2000

Some evil, though
Nightmares are a bitch
Dreams in night blood, so visual
Nightmares are a bitch
'Cause if I were back in that dream
My head be off by

back
Wale doe they can't fly and they can't rap

Hoes in the telly on the late night
Smoking real good my eyes late flight
She riding now she tryna tell

clways find the time

Writers: Matthew James citken / Michael Stock / Pete Waterman 
Rick James/ Tyson Limint Saddler
Producer: Kontrabandz

No first

(Hm)
It's PANIA, ohh

All they see is fast life 'cause I'm doing all this promo
You think know my lifestyle, don't judge by the photo
I'ma do me

Without consulting any of us

Sales and distributions of our futures
If this world were fair and right
They'd give up the car keys this very night
Damn, hit

Lookin’ For Love
Written by Bob Morrison, Patti Ryan, Wanda Mallette

Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you
Single bars and good time lovers were

Hooker
Crossed with Dudamel  

Roll over Black Mamba 
Tell Nipsey the news
They're canceling Van Morrison
No more Belfast Blues 
One hand on the wheel

Aston Martin Music

Rick Ross

Teflon Don

2010

night) all night
Breezin' down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listenin' to the
Aston Martin

the tracks, ta the mic that's in my hand
From, wantin' to be black, to lovin who I am
From not known where your from, to the image of Sydney
From no one

letter pages
Back row pew and front seat Ford
New King James and old King George
I'm washed in the water and mud on the tires
I'm Friday night lights

the embers fall like shooting stars across the Milky Way?
I jumped in my car, tore down the Hume, in two hours I was by his side
Day turned to night, night

INTRO 
Jah guide and protect me to do what's right
And never be blinded by glittering lights
To help my sistren in this darkest time
Dem say good

cared about the worst high
Drive by delivery I’m coming with the curbside
Who can give a fuck about the morning
Got a curse at night
I’m not the one who’s