Lyrics:
And that's why your sitting there by the telephone
And you know that she ain't going to call you!
So you put on the TV and you're watching Johnny Carson
(you ain't do nothin')
Tory Lanez and Megan trial was like a soap opera
Still don't know if Tory Lanez or that girl Kelsey shot her (confused)
But we
Done
The first time I saw you, done
By the first dance was through, I was done
That one kiss, I knew
There was nothing I wouldn't do
Just
Girl, you should say so
Cause you know
I'll be there for you
Stay baby, don't go
Hop in my bed
Lay with me
While we play songs from my radio
But my taste
or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Everything I'm on, it ain't no cap
Unlike them IG edits
This might
Make some people mad
They'll want a nigga to discredit
But I'm ready for that shit
That's
steady thuggin' guess it's time to drill
You still living by the shit that I had told you
And do you feel secure when other niggas hold you
Played my cards
ye-yeah, chicka, Travie, I can handle that
Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
at you while the others joined in
Face red
You didn’t understand yet that your race was your sin
Instead
You just understood pain
Like when Buckley threw
feeling you feeling foreplay foolish but that's TMI
DM I when you need it why you being timid
Push your limit cause girl I
Baby I can't get enough of you I
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
you making a fist
It's-it's-it's-it's going down, taking a piss
You look like the girl from Nemo that be shaking the fish
Just picture that like
gimme a hand
And say those words I can't?
You got to sing along to make this song
The dirtiest song that ain't
You helped me go on the radio
By saying
on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
And there won't be anyone watchin'
on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
Where the moon peeks over that sycamore tree
And there won't be anyone watchin'
Girl, I ain't gonna lie, you oughta know that I
Saw you the cotton pickin' second you walked by
And all these other guys, they trynna act like,
They
show ya bellybutton girl
(I'm not impressed by the money and the bling
Show me respect and then I'll show you my belly ring)
Lift up ya shirt, let me
the skyline radio
Just this morning heard the President say
He came up with a plan that's gonna save the day
But it was hung up in committee up on Capitol
Is that so? Is that so? Bro is that so
I don’t do love, I don’t do love, I’m not Romeo
I’m tryna get bread, I'm tryna get bread, man I hope you know
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
Melody
Written by: P Bailey
Your the tune of my song my girl my love
Your the phrase of this melody,
Your the song that they play on the radio
Stuck here in my sickness
A slave to the algorithm
I could not predict this
Captured by your mannerisms
Let the edit loop
Play it over and over
Each
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