Lyrics:
the only one that I'm wanting
4 am on the phone
Got me thinking bout a life with you
Love is on my avenue
Baby you know what to do
Girl I swear by the gods
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
vibing through it
I put that work in
Like college students
I do a show and
They rocking to it
This ain’t for certain
But ima do it
Fuck if they sign me
I
Breath in
Breath out
Lil Vert
Hey
Simon
Says I
Got my
K
Long time
No see
I don't think that you understand
By now
By now You should know I'm the man
of key
I get by with a little help from my friends
I get by with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be
something that can be done by two
For I'd really like to stay
It's a lovely day today
And whatever you've got to do
I'd be so happy to be doing it with
is it the perfect ratio?
Time goes by with a shrug
And the sun goes down with a shrug
It's not the worst you could do
To be kind and go on your
panties, school panties, why-Front
Panties
By the canal, by the canal
And I persuade you
Look at me
Look at me
There's a certain word and a certain touch
my friends
What do I do when my love - she's away
(Does it worry you to be alone)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad becaouse
Hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
A special smile, a certain touch
I never had a love that I loved so much
When I look back, you're everywhere
Turn
That’s why I say nine times out of ten
(Ten)
They say they really bout it
They actions speak the loudest
The ratio of niggas lyin bout it
Nine times
go get it
Im talking by any means
N***** freeze
Ya they switch up
Over b******
Ya they b****** up
Extended clips
With the big pumps
Double back
and disappear like a ghost
2020 be the vision of beginnings raise a toast
2:1 ratio rum and coke in my flask
Homies looking for some boof all you gotta do is ask
on weekends
Maybe she wants me for real or
Maybe the alcohol's speaking
I gotta ratio see
You been pulling strings
You got a friend in me
I can give you wood D#
the truth could do
So I'd rather stay oblivious
Maybe it's just my ego
Maybe I need some proof
Maybe this feeling is real
Maybe I'm scared of the truth, shoot
ratio
I'm from the VT, bitch and I'm bringing the crazy flow
They be woahed, when they hear me spit like a way to roast
Didn't think a white kid could
talkin to da niggas so they know how fake yo stories
First verse was the hit this to get me off
Do it yourself blame all involved
Calamari counting cheese
the muthafucking City driving very slow
Creepin on a Come Up
Well equipped for those Scenarios
Bad bitches big bottles that's my type of ratio
I been popping off boy
everything that I do
I demonstrate it in two letters but can't seem to quit
Addiction understated cause I more than fiend for this shit
I hit a blank page when
I count to infinity
To win your affinity
And perform arithmetic
To make us more romatic
I make a tautology
To learn your psychology
Use rules by
All these dots, draw me lines
Give me enough to find
Every angle in the plot that rings a note of the divine
Let me try to define mine, by making
the two after bro
Multiply it all by ten to twenty three you got a mole
Yeah that's a mole, yeah that's a mole
Six times ten to the twenty third aye let's
And I curl up in my shadow
As time passes
While the mind is hand-cuffed by desire
Fear of death inspires creativity
And memories of sadness corrupt
fucking your mother in your garage
That TLC looking ass I do not disparage
You look like a child from a failed miscarriage
I penetrate her with my fucking
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