Lyrics:
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
when the face ice cold
Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows
Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close
Then your body set through your
that opp pack loud
Load up the clip, air it out
I'm so fuckin' high that my
Head in the clouds
Don't try to turn your back on me
Or you will be dead by
(Yeah)
I'm struck
By the Illusion of you
It's got me all fucked up
Have I been given the flu
Covid the shits and the bug of love too
Hope I don't I
It's Ghost, pressing y'all clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, cuz I'll bury ya
This is
Ate York Peppermint Patties, slung by Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag
With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
I been lowkey lost in time
Patiently waiting for the minute
Where I can go and fly
Go and climb to the high rise
Up to the sky
I been amazed by
Young lover boys interlude
She wants to come up, while I'm in the nude
I like her a lil better with some attitude
Making her wetter with some
might turn out to be,
Then something melts inside of me
Oooh, oooh
Wonderin's all I do
Wonder if you wonder too
INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE
And I wonder what
Studio orchestra
Vocal by vaughn monroe
Intro by orchestra. then;
Hawaiian sunset, blue shadows falling,
Hawaiian magic, and lovely you.
Get your money up
Bali in a week
Fly me out then kiss my cheek
Don't you lie to me
Get your money up
If you wanna sit with us
And if you wanna get with
If I Knew Then
Words & Music by George Weissinger
Recorded by The Kingston Triio
If I could do it over again
I'd be a winner in the end
Don't be fooled by the baby face (uh)
I hope ya not 'cause your thighs got me hot (mmh)
Only one plan, that is to rise to the top (mmh)
I told you
fooled by your eyes
To be fooled by your smile
Then she pulled me down
Treating me like a clown
I don't even wanna stay another day
Closed curtains
Alone
clowns on the regular
Dead you on a five pack, then take ya cellular
Don't get it twisted, black, 'cause I'll bury ya
This is just weed money, the more,
seconds to get out of town, boys,
"Or we gonna blow ya ta Mars."
Well, they all got back in the purple bus
And proceeded to the city limits.
Then
I don't see that I'm strong, then I won't be
This is what my daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
Than he did
But he
me to step aside
First, you stole my heart
Then I gave up all my pride
Now I'm by myself again
Alone again
So, I turn to you when I'm in my solitude
(feat. Larry Saunders, Ledisi)
(Black diamonds and PEARLS)
[Intro - message continued from interlude]
"I'm just gonna read you a little bit
I acknowledge the struggle then honor the hustle
I'm built under pressure, stronger than muscle
Niggas be talking but don't let em touch you
Be ready
imma stay for good
Yeah, this one's for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these
I'm rude, I've been brazy since the womb
Let's get wavy by pool, feeling hazy then we snooze
It's your boy Ziploc man
I'm cooling and chilling while you hate
Gosh man, man you fake
If you dont faith on me right now
Then it's gon be too late
know I could offer you
Spend the weekdays with the gang but I spend the days off with you
If I make it big in the game then you know that I'll call for
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