Lyrics:
to be me
(I bet you think this song is about you)
What made you think I'd keep you 'round? While I
Work my a- off and you just lounge (come on)
You
to be me
(I bet you think this song is about you)
What made you think I'd keep you 'round? While I
Work my a- off and you just lounge (come on)
You
bubbles we in show the brothers always leaving
Some parts are just deceiving like we lesser human beings
By products of a demon having trouble seeing us
Die off slow
Die off slow
Feel the cold
Pinch through your nose
Coldest weather
For them roads
Black ice
Slippin
Fuck her like a fiend
Lost all
Cole,
"Love shoulda brought you home"
Faith Evans or Toni Braxton
Baby girl you can get this action
Legs in the air like some red balloons
(Like some red
feelin all types of ways that’s what ya lovin do
Better move the fuck out the way you see her comin thru
Made the promise like Tiff Evans I sing
Will you
cold
In the game by the 4th by the loophole
And the girls all love how my crew roll
Oh boy na you know how you
Boys dey play the game
Cos she said like
need that, my love
Next and Next Lives
We found each other in this life
I know that
We will meet again in the next and next ones
Like we did in
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
the way love feels Its like a time bomb
Ticking ticking waiting for me just to die young
I can feel it in my chest, I hope it dies dawg
I just wanna be with
observer.
How much longer can people afford to just sit by like this?
All the indications are there.
Massive unemployment,
Recession, depression.
But
deep in love, a punk in eighth grade
First song, wrote for Evan, oh thank god that I got so much better
These distant memories, now I look ahead of me
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
Through his mentions
While he watch Namoi play Belinda Bencic (Oh)
And every day feel like match point
Tryna get this high outta
Huffin' these rap joints
He
small as hell like micro-braids done by Africans
Money's not the world, but having it's sweeter than saccharine
Just trying to treat tonight like my last
body
Written by: Quindell Evans
Tik Tok in the tub
PHD wit doc you in love
Meet me on the floor bitch not on the rug
My songs make her dance like Tik-Tok
My songs my songs my songs
My
Can't lie that's you're
My type and i
Won't lie you stay on my mind
All day and night
And night
I could write a love song
Make you feel like
I could write
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like
Tell me why tell me why shawty wanna buss like a piece
I'm seeing too many treesh
Feel like vegan I don't do the beef
Ain't talking bout guap then we
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
please
Ooh, Casey
I like that MacBook, with the touch-bar
Makes me so hard
Just take off your shirt, please
Ooh, Casey
When I met you I was so lazy
Ooh,
much just kiss him
Touch him but do it, do it,
All day like the radio
So wake me up
Keep me pumping
Like a song
It ain't nothing wrong
Make love, sweet
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