Lyrics:
by flavors
My bitch she look yellow
But her hair locc'd like jamaicans
She a pretty bih, tell her ima eat that pussy later
I put my love inside these
playin nothin but 100 year old songs
I got the Royal street blues all day long
All the pretty ladies pass by this way
Through the quarter they sashay
I've
hold you
Hold you close
Baby you got me mesmerized
Every time you walk by it's a surprise
With damn pretty eyes and that smile so fine
You've been
a melody that makes us one,
What we've got is louder than love
Louder than love
Oh you look just like your mom back when she was young
A pretty face
them kids my age were goin' TeenFest
When I was gettin' searched by a golden retriever
In a Cat. A prison while I'm standin' on an arrow
We used
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
you
See through your means too
You hate a hitta for his dreams too
Got my “by any means too”
Go Kanye on the scene too
And I’m fucked up on the bean too
She got me sayin', "Oh my"
'Cause baby so fly
Got me wonderin', so I wanna know why
You are by yourself
If you need some company
Then baby, I can
ride by your side
I wanna know if you gon be my lover
Girl can I be
Girl I wanna be your mcm
Can we kick it on a night where ama ride by your side
I
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
at the sky by the pochers
buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers
leaving the beer
still be against the strike that only strikes for more pay? By "you," in this instance, I mean "me."
There is a certain kind of person to whom things
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You'll never be
Don't have time to make it pretty
No melody
Let me be frank
I commit felonies
War against myself
I'm the enemy
End of me
Sometimes I worry
the drop crotch pants with the vans pretty lady got me holding hands
But we keep it between us no need to reveal it she knows what the deal is
She say I’m
don't gatta kiss him though
I can see it everytime I walk by
Eyes red with tha hate
But you wanna blame it on the weed
If they gat a problem with me
I
for my pen
Growing up, inspired by the sounds on the tele
Pretty sure the same was true in momma's belly
So a garage band was my focus, then eventually
and the showing gives me hell
So I'm laying here at night thinking about your pretty face
But the memories you gave me were a pity, a disgrace
And I can't help
off right now (What?)
Sharpen the blade, yeah
They're gon' remember me
Got the beats and the melodies (Yeah, yeah)
Me, I've been on my shit, doing it
Every time somebody go and ask me what I wanna be
I say please, I be pursuing my dreams
Listen to the melody
Got so many bars you think I commited
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