Lyrics:
confessions
And this by far is the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do (yeah)
To tell you, the woman I love (uh huh)
That I'm having a baby by
your love
This girl is so divine
My heart keep telling me one thing
But my mind keeps telling me another
Every time I see her she's stunning (oh)
Got
a baby girl on all my generation's classics
First words singin' 'long to Vince Staples MAGIC
She gon' learn to speak, is it me or her mama's accent?
She
little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
I've seen her around here just last night
Today she been by two, three times
Ain't you listening to me
'em to worked very, very cheap....
She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself....
My I.O.U's add up to more
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
the wrong man
And, let's just say it might be a long night
The first thing you should know
Do she get down?
Now if she's even feeling you
Is she worth
home, you got on every fucking light like
You paying bills up in this bitch the fuck you think I'm made of money?
It's like my cash is not as fast
own
With a baby, a diaper and nobody to call
And ain't no place to call home cause she's disappointed
By every single body she knows
But to women in
gettin' hit
This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need
gettin' hit
This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it
'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need
Million
A bike was what I needed
With my name spelt on the number plate
Like Paul Revere on speed
Yes my girlfriend's name is Anne
But she says the K is
the agony we feel is a secluded keep
A barrier to push us, committing sin
This creature would be crushed by the very thing that drives him
Ruin is all
cards explaining her
She knows every ounce of her worth
You might call it
BlackMagic
I call it clairvoyance
I can take the heat
Burn me baby
All my
Name calling on mom as long as the name will fit
Problem with us is that we love when it's too late and shit
Every night she would bring a different
Me, "look at me, look at me lookin"
Now that you're looking a little stale
Looking over the industry: he copying her
Is she copying him? Everyone
Copy
texting me like:
"Look at me, look at me, look at"
Nah, you're looking a little stale
Looking over the industry: he's copying her
Is she copying him?
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
I feel your body heat and it wont stop until I'm off you
You getting nasty
Yeah your legs look good up on my shoulders
She call me by my name
I hate
Paranoia about my image
But is it how I'm seen by other people or just myself
I guess that's the question
Question of character
And what's mine
Is it just
of elvis in san fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
And I want every damn thing I can see.
You
nicotine to a fiend
And how cruel when it seems that this is only a dream
No wonder I can't stop the thoughts of your honeypot
Yes, my mind is a little bit
that she rolled up
So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like Goldust
Girl, work this out just like Cole does
Yeah sex and drugs, thought I
myself happy to the beat
Cute little thing sitting right next to me
And you know the deal
I'ma be up a hundred and she gon' keep it there
I'ma put
_ "Every Little Thing")
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