Lyrics:
through many tears
We're lucky to be here
Lucky to be
Time to say goodbye, school is over now
This is our Graduation time all around
We did a lot this year,
dey shake your bumba your plan
Great gain in love from my woman (my woman)
Good times we don move go urban (my woman)
Garish and hot in a billie Jean
long
Time to pop that top today
Ain't got nothing to forget
No one to forgive
I'm taking this one sip by sip
Just tryna get my drink on
Kill
right here
So I always come right back to you and sing
Days go by
But your still mine
Time runs dry
But our stars still shine
And I don't wanna
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a (Free Willy)
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick
said goodbye
This time
Not like before
It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return
That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
Girl, oh you look fine
I want to do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You
(Listen all you fellas, give her good lovin')
(Listen all you fellas, the, the, kind she'd understand)
(Listen all you fellas, then you won't have
Told the officer sorry to keep you waiting
Takes a lot of time to do the work of Satan
Now you're looking at 20 years and you're looking good
Passed
I ain’t never seen times like this,
Killin an stealin, people, sick by millions
Maybe I’m focused maybe just older
But I ain’t never seen times like
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
that's not all of the story
There's something that He gave you
That you got to pay
No matter what that good time gospel tells you
The battle is uphill all
to this conclusion
I can't make a move too fast
It was written in the sky today
By the morning sun, it sure looks like a good day to run
Wide open
Im A Fuckin G U Should No By Now
Wana Hear Some Hits Yer I Will Show U How
Listen Carfully No I Aint Tellin U Shit
Yer I No Im A Lil Tight Git
Siquel
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
and dread
Catch you by surprise
Your death will make me smile
You know it makes me feel so good
When your life expires
It's time to realize
That you're going
somewhere lovely and warm
Just like you
I'm no good with elocution
I'm no good with elocution
I wish I had the time
To be a wanker just like you
You can't keep saying endlessly
My darling
How long until this affects me?
Say hello to good times (say hello)
Trade up for the fast ride
We
into a bag
It was fab
Just a slightly dodgy fad
At the time it was the greatest swag I had
Old dear used to nag
Every time I brought a slag into
You got energy, but you ain't gonna use it
You got so much time, but you ain't gonna use it
You got so much space, but you ain't gonna use it
You
You can't keep saying endlessly
My darling
How long until this affects me?
Say hello to good times (say hello)
Trade up for the fast ride
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