Lyrics:
of London
I ain't fronting, I'm a sweet boy
Intentions are in question so my compliments are decoys
If that even makes sense?
The first time I met her,
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
sorely affirmed.
“I was just a boy” he impatiently returned.
“You were not what you are, you have been transformed”.
“If you were free you wouldn't choose
Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here
Stay packed by the noise
I got my shotty in my truck with
to tell him is...PUMP YA BRAKES
Now if you're underage & you're actin' all grown
What you need to do is PUMP YA BRAKES
If you're offended by this record,
gonna get this, my boy)
If you're the boy, the boy, the boy
Then make me feel like a movie.
This girl this girl this girl
Can be the one to rock my world
gotta leave 'em behind the scenes
Who decided that when I told you when you were wrong
That it should mean you drop a friendship that was so strong
Ain't
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
McCoy
If you're the boy, the boy, the boy
Then make me feel like a movie.
This girl, this girl, this girl
Can be the one to rock my world
So be my
So if you call my name
You know my heart you claim
I'll be right here
By your side
Through thickness and through thin
You know my love you win
I
would've shared my grub
Depending on how close we was
By now we would be so in love
If I would've knew the boy next door
Would've been you
I would've
you live
And if you live by the gun then so be it
But don't chat about guns 24/7
As if you were in the World War
Don't get rude
I said don't get rude
anymore
So leave the key in it's
Usual spot by the door
And if you please lock it on
The way out if you
Forget anything, I guess then, baby
You're fucked
see if you for fake or real
'Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama
I can't stand the pain of being hurt by you
This time, boy, it's my desire
And you are just a liar
So I'll call it quits, this time we're really
murderin' 'em
Murderin' 'em just for fun (Hey)
I be murderin' 'em, murderin' 'em one by one
(Hey) it's either live or die, boy
It's either live or die i be
Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool!
We're just blonde boys
Doin' what blonde boys do
A quarter half passed two
I'm Tommy i'm Ethan
Here's a one
in town
If you need another boy, a trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around
Ritz gave him the eye, once over then he smiled
Yeah,
Ain't running back boy
Ain't running back boy
Two hearts we were young in love
Nothing mattered but you and me
Boy I couldn't get enough
Nowhere else
There's a side that I wanna show
'Cause if I can't come to you, where else can I go?
Ever since we been apart, boy, life ain't fair
Remember when you
say this is the life, if for a night
Our lips collide, from side to side
The taste of paradise, so don’t think twice
We’re kissing boys and chasing
boy, don't say that
White boy, oh you so bad
White boy you wish you were black
White boy, hey white boy
White boy, white noise
Sayin' shit I can't
you don't have to be a superstar
Boy, I like you right where you are
I know this ain't no fly by night
I promise, if you were mine...
If I was
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