HBK (feat. Futura Bloom)

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Guy is a hip hop, R&B and soul band most closely associated with the new jack swing style of the 1980s and 1990s. more »

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I know you love me
I know you love me
I know you love me
I’ll bet, you love me
I know you love me
Heart-broke kid I'm back to repressing all my affections
I learned my lesson
Them girls they talk a good message
Often good flexing
I should respect it
Heart-broke kid I'm back to repressing all my affections
I learned my lesson
Them girls they talk a good message
Often good flexing
I should respect it
Got me thinking I should fall back
How thirsty you think I'ma act for a tall glass
How you running through my mind but got me off track
I'm off that
But off bat, I expect a swing and a miss
These women do me dirty but I swear I’m cleaner than this
I’m in my feelings while I'm singing this shit
I'm tweaking a bit
Yo
Heart-broke kid I'm back to repressing all my affections
I learned my lesson
Once upon a time there lived a man with a heart of gold
It fell apart
He lost his heart, his mind, his soul
I don’t kiss and tell I don’t call somebodies
Won't tell a soul
This music for my young shottas never once broke the code
I used to ball efficient
Shots used to fall from distance
I'm not misogynistic
But baby you could messaging this dick
You could be in hot positions
Lu be tryna get real close but I'm just met with flodge and distance
That’s cool as cucumber you understand I’m not finna trip
Got baggage that’s way too heavy I couldn’t ask you to lift
Boarding the plane I’m flying solo, dolo
Yolo
And there is no looking back, Quasimodo
Let's go
Heart-broke kid I'm back to repressing all my affections
I learned my lesson
Them girls they talk a good message
Often good flexing
I should respect it
And maybe then I would be better off
And maybe then I wouldn't stress at all
I used to think I had the special sauce
But Big Mac was just lil pimping
I was sipping yak tryna feel vicious
Now I'm getting back to that real mission
Once upon a time there lived a man with a heart of gold
It fell apart
He lost his heart, his mind, his soul
I don’t kiss and tell I don’t call somebodies
Won't tell a soul
This music for my young shottas never once broke the code
Getting back to that real mission
Imma find ya heart
Gimme the keys and I will whip it
Gimme the keys and I will whip it
Eyes low but I feel lifted
I'm so burnt, not sober
Been high as hell for a minute wow
Room spinning I'm sitting down
True shit what I'm spitting now
Young nigga that's heartbroke kid
I'm back to repressing all my affections
I learned my lesson
Them girls they talk a good message
Often good flexing
I should respect it

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