Lyrics:
Riddles automatic I been rising now im
On my way up
Now I'm on my way up
On my way up
Spitting savage bringing havoc
Automatic killing rappers I
beautiful world that I've made for myself cannot cure any pain in my heart
But baby with you we can rewrite the stars and we'll never, ever be apart
These
there in Manhattan
I don't know what you been
Doing I just wanna be
Included I been working on
Myself and music but it ain't
Enough
You hit my line
it's time for them to use you
Supposed to be my ride or die, promise to be by my side
Searchin' for a better life, not settlin' for less
You out lookin'
(She's just the type) That I been searchin' for all my life
(The type) That'll make a nigga feel so right
(The type) That I rather make love than
a queen to take the throne
The type of girl to love and call her my own
I'm just a bachelor (bachelor)
Lookin' for a bachelorette
Baby, maybe you can
for me
Don't lie to me
I hold it down for my city and they hold it right down for me
Don't lie to me
Don't lie Baby
I started off in my own universe
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
Corrupted by the television we blindin
I've been searchin for happiness can you find it
Maybe it's sittin in the back of a promise
Or by the time I
Sofa S'lahlane S'lahlane S'lahlane
I been searchin for someonе like you
Around here
But there's no one like you baby
I've been in love baby but now
I've
searchin', tryin' to find the rainbow
No one's ever found it, yet it's told to be
But if you're lookin' for a lover
Everything you need, you can find right
like a washing flood
I’m still searchin’, searchin’ for my savior
I look up, and it’s you, in the place of the sun
And your soul is like a river, it
Gotta get close to me
Gotta let love inside
Gotta get into my arms
And listen to the voice of my heart
Oh, oh, oh
Searchin' my soul, searchin
on me
Time flies, but we've gone this far
Tonight we can say that we rewrote the stars
I've been waiting on you
I've been searchin' for you
I hope that
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Sleep tight, my baby
Get a lot of sleep as time goes by
Good night, my baby
Have a lot of fun in
And baby goes home to her flat
To sleep all day
Sleep tight, my baby
Get a lot of sleep as time goes by
Good night, my baby
Have a lot of fun in
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
my down ass bitch
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like
just give me a wave?
The salty tears
It's three in the afternoon
Has she disappeared?
Has she really gone for good?
Anybody seen my baby
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
slide
Heaven is a ghetto, keep a angel by my side
My tombstone gon' read, "Fuckin' Legend" when I die
Buncha liquor, buncha weed, even the reverend
of life
The clock hits 11:11
I gotta stop the gimmicks and guessing
Baby, nobody is perfect
But you're the closest that I've found in my searchin
The clock
Sitting there crying in designer fashion
Didn't blow, didn't have time for asking
Somebody call for the ambulance, girl
Baby, baby, baby
Baby let
of passion
Sitting there crying in designer fashion
Didn't blow, didn't have time for asking
Somebody call for the ambulance, girl
[Hook]
Baby, baby
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