Lyrics:
Got me a bad lil bitch Yeah
That I be sexting (that I be sexin)
She be blowin my line up whenever
I dont answer her message (when I dont asnwer her
(Talking)
The sex is, a level I call next it's
Got me all entangled, breaking my own message
Didn't know she had a man, ain't ask, she ain't say
wealth
Got a curly haired killer
By my side with pretty nails
I could do another show
If Sygns in trouble and make bail
'Cause I be moving in silence
Homie
I'm the Preacher Soul Reacher bible teacher
By now you should already know
This Real facts no show higher heights plateau
We need a word from
intervals
It's like a message of some kind"
Foxy Music
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
do this by yourself keep your word
Hear my message, know your worth
I always keep it one hunnid til my mother has my fucking urn
Count your blessings,
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
It's your choice
Raise your voice (whoooahh)
It's your choice
I am a messenger
I'm passing a message to you
A messenger
Passing by this night
prob'ly triggered by the Trail of Tears
Or wait, and I say so, yeah
But you were no authority, went from native and indigenous
To marginalized
Verse 1:
When they go low we go high when they let go we get by raising kundalini to the sky separate the how to from the why master yourself posture your
are no longer that person you know
I'm not that boy you meet
I know you by the silence
I know you by the silence
Without me replying to a message
You
Will prove to be contrived
But it's not the time to be kind
By morning they'll be mine
Think of the message
Think of the message that you send
Think
the message
Reasons why I
I ride by myself it's betta for my health
Ride by myself hard trusting someone else
This world get you knelt everybody for they self
The cake's still small, but big communication
No face to face,
Just type and touch,
Sometime the message made by computer.
But I'm so happy oh happy -
New diamonds, money well spent, wellness check if I'm derailing
Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen
By any means the message
bad, my bad
You want me to hear you out
But I don't want to
Thought that you'd get it by now
There's nothing to talk about
Leave a message after
bad, my bad
You want me to hear you out
But I don't want to
Thought that you'd get it by now
There's nothing to talk about
Leave a message after
Lights are blinding my eyes
Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya?
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Lights are blinding my eyes
Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya?
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Lights are blinding my eyes
Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya?
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Talkin' bout you (nobody but you, baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)
Just trying to get a message to you
Let
weekends too
I'd like to pitch a tent by your back fence
And yell and scream all night this message overdue:
"I'd just like to hold you, enfold you
Talkin' bout you (nobody but you, baby)
Nobody but you (yes you all the time)
I do mean you (yeah my baby)
Just trying to get a message to you
Let me
bagels
Have them like Christians over they head smoking halo
Call me Plato, I philosoph-y
By the brick, then divided it up amongst my guys
Then I
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