48 HOURS IN PARIS
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48 hours in Europe, I landed in Paris, I got a performance Throw up the 3s ain't a group it's a brotherhood, that's what I'm telling the audience Look up to the sky, I'm seeing the stars, yeah Suttin like stars in the wraith, but I'm not in the Bentley, it's just my resemblance I'm feeling like Santa and Dave, I'm writing this song and it's 20 to 1 I thought we were on the same page, I took all the blame for falling in love You wanna make change, just start moving distant now, yeah I look to my left and my right, I'm counting my friends and everybody's gone Song, I'm writing a song about how I feel, wanna be with you one on one Love, cause this ain't no lust, I'm all about passion, I push it deeper in your lungs, yeah Rockstar shit, got a mic in my hand first time, need your missus at my showfront now Giving you space, but we need to talk, it's been a long, long time Long, long time, I was chasing my exes, I was wasting my time I was sat all alone, going through all your pictures, reminiscing the times Now Im brushing those memories, aging like wine, do not disturb, now I'm back on my grind Hustlers mentality, work like a slave, got me breaking my spine, yeah She giving me knowledge, I'm driving, she swallowed my kids and I could've had children Safety first, I pulled up at the lights I grab her by her hair, tell her wait there Need repentance for how I've been living, probably need to go on a pilgrim Headed to Jerusalem, putting my demons to rest, I'll be free cause it's safe there 48 hours in Europe, I landed in Paris, I got a performance Throw up the 3's ain't a group it's a brotherhood, that's what I'm telling the audience Look up to the sky, I'm seeing the stars, yeah Suttin like stars in the wraith but I'm not in the Bentley, it's just my resemblance I'm feeling like Santa and Dave, I'm writing a song and it's 20 to 1 I thought we were on the same page, I took all the blame for falling in love You wanna make change, they start moving distant now, yeah I look to my left and my right, I'm counting my friends and everybody's gone I'm with big bro, and he's telling me to go hard or better go home So my hoe gotta postpone, now she got a little attitude, I really hate those Can never fake it till I make it, so I lay low, I had a booking I was late to my first show Had me swerving through the traffic on the main road, I need a mortgage on my wrist with a big bankroll, yeah Ah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah
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