Lyrics:
I heard you talking about the state that were living in.
And I feel again. I never could win.
There I saw you walking. Another lover right by
AYD, are you dumb boy?
I, come from
These ends
Peng ting, out of town
She hurt my feelings yeah
Might just go to Broad Street on the weekend
lover? Fuck reasoning and sense.
c thousand leagues between us, we'll hang at long weekends.
The sky will sure receive us, the sea will never win.”
There's
the biggest)
Tangled up with me (huh), tang-tangled in them sheets (yes)
Shawty leanin' on my shoulder, got her questionin' my willpower
Jaded by her
to love side-by-side in. Don't let it abide in my dreams.
Picture you upon my knee, just tea for two and two for tea,
Just me for you and you for me,
to love side-by-side in. Don't let it abide in my dreams.
Picture you upon my knee, just tea for two and two for tea,
Just me for you and you for me,
Pay-day Friday and the weekend's here
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise Hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
The black is by the fire
The lights are on the tree
Elvis sings Blue Christmas for you and me
Everything is perfect
The candles have it glow
The only
& I say
Ass up, face down
Hit it once, hit it twice
We can meet up on the deep end, and we can party on the weekend
Yeah the time fly by, yeah the time
eye for eye instead of eye to eye
No lie everything's right with you by my side
She say she down to ride
Looked in your eye and I knew it was right
Love
Ay
What we doin
Where we at
Central coast ting
Ay
2250
Because we party till we party no more it’s the city by the beach
Because we party till we
Once upon a time I knew I'd see you every weekend
Everything is different and I swear it got me tweaking
Wanna open up but I can't let go of my
Let by gone
Be by gone
Leave haters alone
We no need to buy gun
Let by gone
Be by gone
Leave haters alone
We no need to buy gun
Kpokpogiri
I hope you
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
anything
praying for my friends, praying harder for my enemies
gettin money staying humble that’s by any means
Gettin Money, Staying Humble
that’s by any
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
I co by to nie było mało to dla niej mało
I co by się nie działo mało to dla niej mało
I co by to nie było mało to dla niej mało
I co by się nie
He's been wounded already in the struggle of life
Battered by raging storm of strife
Caught in a whirlwind of heartbreak and pain
And blinded by
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
wishin'
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin'
But you gon' know my name by the way I whip it, yeah
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
Don't compare to you
[Hook:]
So I wanna know something
Can you and me go out on the weekend
Babygirl you leave me speechless
Wake me up 'cause I
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
on the market
You're on the price list
In the spring who can say?
Please send me evenings and weekends
Shared by with the weeks
Please send me evenings
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