Lyrics:
Every time I wake up next to you, I talk to God
And I'm so damn grateful 'cause you make up for the things I'm not
Didn't know I needed nothing
I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim
I have a heart that will never be tamed
I knew you were something special when you spoke my name
I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim
I have a heart that will never be tamed
I knew you were something special when you spoke my name
with the butterfly doors?
(Stuntin'-stuntin' is a habit)
I got a chip in my engine, twenty-six inch rims
I got fadeaway money, bitch, I'm ballin'
been the hardest thing
Until you came
So lay here beside me just hold me and don't let go
This feelin' I'm feelin' is somethin' I've never known
And I
makes me want to touch you
You're a whore for sure, but that's O.K.
Because I'm nothing, just another dirty spy with a T.V. eye
I can't stand it when you
hoes you think I'm talkin' to, mean nothin' to me (who?)
Hop on the jet, come with me, and come live comfortably (come)
I ain't bringin' my gang, you
but I sold it for a nickel
(Hold on, lemme hit the blunt)
I'm bringin' real niggas home, shit, I'm the realest, it's official
Yeah, uh
When I
Dans ma rue y a des gens qui s'promènent
J'les entends chuchoter dans la nuit
Quand je m'endors bercée par une rengaine
J'suis soudain réveillée par
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la
Lookin' for M's like I lost a friend
Jump out of my bed like,
whoa)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, whoa)
But I can't help it, yeah (oh, oh)
No, no, no
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah
One, two, three
Woo
Gotta get rid of this feeling, I'm feeling done
Yes, I've gotta get rid of this feeling that's under my tongue (keyset)
the trenches where niggas whip it like Willow
Turn your wife to a widow, uh
This money tend to turn real nigga to weirdos
My shit harder than dildos
I'm in
to make my way
I'm not afraid of what I'll face, but I'm afraid to stay
I'm going down my own road and I can make it alone
All work and no fighting, I'll
I'm dreaming of a Smoky Mountain Christmas
With the kids around the fireplace stringing popcorn for the tree
I'm dreaming of a Smoky Mountain
face, so it's all good
Bitch, it ain't no way I done went Hollywood
My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good
My credit all good, bitch, I'm always good
I'm gonna take my time
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke so she can get a
Sexual eruption
So I
the fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the fuck back, guard your grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin'
I'm gonna take my time
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
So she can get a sensual seduction
So I
need some rehab
Or maybe just need some sleep
I got a sick obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley
I'm making those
obsession
I'm seeing it in my dreams
I'm looking down every alley
I'm making those desperate calls
I'm staying up all night, hoping
Hitting my head
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
(Head popped off)
My mama don't want me, the next thing I know, I'm gettin'
If you're going out with someone new
I'm going out with someone too
I won't feel sorry for me, I'm getting drunk
But I'd much rather be somewhere
bed, each night I go to sleep and dream
I'm swimmin' in the deep end
You're my buoy and I'm sinkin'
Life flies by me but I'm thinkin'
You saved my
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