Lyrics:
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' left
just together, all we had was each other and his dream
I look back now
I think the sixty
That front door (penthouse)
Right by the staircase, perfect
Ticket to the world, learn a trade or two
Hey now, it suits me somehow, how 'bout you?
Freeze me in the wind, burn me in the sun
Hey ho, on with
to what? Yeah
want to what? Uhh yeah (come on)
Every bod' see'mon uhh
Yo yo.. (all night long)
[Common]
Durin divine hours I use mind power
Chorus:
(4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose
(sample of Nat King Cole)
I'm sporting trippled down rain gear.
Dumping on flying rain deer
And that
fake jacks
Fuck all your crews and your individuals
Who refuse to use mics as tools, kid ya lose that
To violate the lost boyz that's a warnin',
you like Mercedes yea without the Benz
I count the Bens, up in my wallet like they mean a thing
I trade it all today if i could get you with that
known
I done mopped a million floors, printed one too many resumes
I'd trade all the Sriracha I stole to live like yesterday
My eyes getting duller,
what I need
All these things I'd trade in for some silence and some peace
Gimme all the thrills, money just won't do
I'd rather be here alone with you
and watched as he froze
Forgot who he was The Boomer inside seemed gone
He traded up his soul for the trade of Facegod
Got a gang of snowmen and perched
feeling faded
All of that favoritism I can't Fade it
East of the river got jus 1 ER
They need to rearrange markets & Trade it
No Shopping or healing should
real, the turn up is real
Got me a bottle, 'cause that's how I feel
Y'all know what the deal, y'all know what the deal
Got me a bottle, 'cause the turn up
Diamonds on me ya
Designer on ya
Flexing bills a lot
Fuck a Louis nah
Now it's all fucking nice now
This shits making me a lifestyle
Making me
all them niggas good riddance
Just tell all them niggas good riddance
This that shit that gon hit different
Swear everybody be tripping
They try to push
priceless I wouldn't trade it for nothing
I heard love don't cost
It seems like all I've bought
Hurt my feelings in pieces
People tore me apart
It's not much
Sanctify the truth, to renew me everyday
I apply your Holy Word
Is to follow all your ways
Imma hear and a do, I enlighten all
Your laws
Hey,
I’m bangin’ one broad, yeah, I’m fuckin’
And after she ride it
She get to the suckin’
These rappers all pussy, they
Kickin’ the bucket
Like my pants was
won a trade , been winning since the 7th grade
Mixed Central time with December , decentralized like local offices
All I wanna talk about is ownership,
Ain't no pocket full of change
Worth keeping for me
Id rather give it all away
But I'm still getting paid
Yea Im realest ever made
Since a baby they
Said
nights
I remember thinking
That there was no end in sight
Now my house is quiet
Yours is full of life
I wouldn't trade a moment on this ride
All the tiny
this shit, I could call it my trade
Excelling my nigga just check on my grades
All of these different hoes is the same
All up for grabs, like we
She just turned 21,
Now she's all up in the club having hell of fun,
She says she wanna rock all night,
Go ready and give her some.
Go ready
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