Lyrics:
gotta do is lock eyes in a room
I know exactly what's on your mind
You're like a chord on the keys
You're like a strum on the strings
My favorite song in
your biddin' and be at your beck and call"
Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man, I gotta have her she's a one of a kind
I'm goin' once,
This own na new way, for wan.yo
with Lamaré.
Aka tsunami.Than kana tchakala, way di kill u for wé.
Understand on your mind.Don kwatta braaaaaa.
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
on acoustics
Run for your gun 'cause I'm waxed, I be ruthless
N-E-Z-I, triple D, I stay up on the chrome, 24s like T.I
Soldier in my city like a motherfuckin'
aren't of blood.
Show your face!!!
Who are you?
What we think are in the city’s walls
without enough acoustic for our voices to echoe in minds surrounded
more...
The loss of prize possession to cure the mind's obsession
Could trade your soul for that normal life
Elite to all objections...
See beyond all
your biddin' and be at your beck and call"
Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man, I gotta have her she's a one of a kind
I'm goin' once,
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
the cello we go acoustic
In love with your dark eyes and your dark heart
Baby I promise nothing is gonna tear us apart
So I'm going hard
I'm going hard
But
don't judge my wealth by the dollar bill
Lots of lust in space, when we clone the race
But beware, I still stare AT YOUR FACE
the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth
to tell
I'ma start by saying n****s is living in Hell
Is it foo? Is it true? Might not ever end well
If the bridge to our souls burn, I bid you farewell
This Better Be Good
You were a whirlwind came in and blew me away
I was drawn to your light
And burned like a moth in the flame
Your love is
sad
Give it all tonight, leave your feeling in the past
Give it all tonight leave yo feelings in the past
Take a look at me and get a grip on what you
brain now I can't complain
I'm sayin', what else is there to do besides relax?
Let the problems in your mind become ancient artifacts
Perhaps these
to the supermarket
Take a look at everyone, quick as a wink
Get ready to share a smile or free hugs in the street
All obsessed by the screens everywhere
Invading our
to fold had to bend
even in the end
still left me on read
connection hanging by a thread
heart full with dread
I’m good I’m focus on getting this bread
your magazine
The rest of you vultures just smelling like some culture thieves
You niggas won't kill I am Stogie in the driver's seat
We know your story
[Starting Verse]
Down in Dixieland, where the spirits high
Alabama country, beneath that southern sky
Melodies playin', on an acoustic guitar
Singin'
and prayers will show us out
Kissed by the Gods, A devils charm, play me something acoustic
Heal down down the road I got gas and I see the signs of wisdom
My
beautiful atmospherics, and Ľuboš chimes in with a touch of Stratocaster brilliance.
It's a feelin' I don't mind.
Some nights
You can see the lights
. . . leave your pickle alone for a couple of nights, you know what I mean . . . ? Now, come on! I'm only interested in a couple of things . . .
the plastic container)
And the stuff in the strainer
Has a mind of it's own
So be very careful
In the dangerous kitchen
When the night time has fallen,
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