Lyrics:
When you walk my way
I feel the rush come over me
A sharp panic panic
It's the things you say
That makes a rush come over me
It happens all
Check (5X)
Well, let us skip the boring foreplay I'm slidin' right in
This girl over my house who had to be about 19
Ass, hoes in my poster
She's
I gotta get along 'cause it's a long, long ride now
I've been away too long, I gotta get on home now
I'm getting far too old to know my dream
Something cool
I'd like to order something cool
It's so warm here in town and this heat gets me down
Yes, I'd like something cool
My, it's nice
You know I never want to hurt you
I don't know why I'd ever want to
Oh oh oh
There's no comfort in another face
So are you gonna let it go to waste
I miss you
I miss you
Nikki I miss you
Nikki I miss you
Nikki I miss you
Nikki I miss you
It's been 2 whole years
One album later
I hope there's a golden age
I pray for my sanity
Where we don't have to answer to anyone 'bout anything
This is not like a brochure
Flying cars
Baby
Where's the road taking us
And maybe that's why they call it making love
And darling I will do my best
I'm falling at the feet of your
Maybe tomorrow I'll start over
Maybe tomorrow I will finally change my ways
Said the same thing yesterday
Don't know why I'm so afraid
To let you
I woke up in a stranger's bed
With pins and needles in my head
And the clock ticking off the wall
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
I don't even know myself
I know
You've fallen again
The way I fell before
'Cause I'm a bad loser
When you get your way
And I know that I'll change
I'm chained again
brown ass (oh lord)
Birds in the trees as we run through
And if I'm dead to the world, what you gon' do? What you gon' do?
Like, (I can't remember)
I was on my way to somewhere to the Mexicali sand
A man sat down beside me, he had scars upon his hands
He told me some stories - I told him some
straight
Mutually
Now I think you want
Me to be kind
Bury the past
And ease your mind
But I'm not here
To make you pay
Baby, I just don't know
it’s good so good
Want you so bad, can’t even get mad at you
Well a thing you really swing, and I feel so good it’s true
You’re such a Kanye, make
Every bitch I had look like they got booty shots
Gonna likes to shoot but not the same object that Kool got
Kool is my photographer, ain't know if
Listen up
Now people say I'm a little backwoods
Yeah, that's good I think
I'm proud of these Lucchese boots
And this ol' hound
I make fried
I won't mistake you for problems with me
And I won't let my moods ruin this, you'll see
I won't take everything good and move it away
I won't be
Can you dig it?
Something in the air tonight
Got a one way ticket
Baby, don't you wanna ride?
Got to make it
Make it to the other side
I
What can I say?
I fucked this up again
What can I do
I took it out on you
I ran around we make
Messed up everything
I made a big mistake
Now
Slammin
Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan
Better days ahead
I’m living in the promise of God
A new day is here
And I have a fresh expectation [repeat 2x]
Got a new perspective
Loud
Oh, once upon a midnight dreary
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game
I’ve been talkin’ to myself
Thinkin’ ’bout changing my mind, I’ve been talkin’ to myself
Thought I put your memory high upon a shelf
Well you know
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