Lyrics:
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying
love to them niggas ain't from the same side
We ain't got the same goals we prolly hit the same hoes
Charge it to the game cause nigga this just how
and go see the sun
I need a Band-Aid for this cut, scarred by your love, the type of wound
In so many ways it's hard to say that I love something I
gotta place, you should go to Sam's
You ain't gotta band hit up will.i.am
And I won't forget
They encourage people over there to eat by
Scream it sing it
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
love in a Lamborghini
Parked by a mango tree
My blood is Hennessy
Leather seats on my bare skin
I'm so faded
Saying prayers
Oh Lord I'm faded
Friday
making niggas judge you
Is the same thing that make me want to love you
From the smell of ya hair, I want to hug you
To the way you yell "give it to me"
way she looking good so I’m wit it
Gave a number that wasn't my number
Cuz I’m here for 4 days and I’ll never love her
She hypin me up
Just to get under
Yea I did it my way
Still on my Sinatra mind frame
Young rookie in this game
But I be on my pro shit running This play
Give me a taste
Imma take
had a (dream)
So I reached out to Kanye and (I brought you all my dreams)
(Cause I love you, I love you, I love you)
I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B
like a soccer team ah!
That's why I buy bottles by the dozen
With models that are cousins
Hotter than the oven
But I don't really love 'em
No I don't
mom and Michelle they
Treat me as family I love them as well
I'm low on fuel and it slowly drain
Either you grow in pain or go insane
So the pain's for
I mean
Of course I'm chasing cheddar
But just to make it good
I'm doing what I love
Michelle could make it better
[HOOK]
What to write about
I don't
to love me
You say I gave you the dopeness
I say I'm just whipping the way you whip at the stove and
Compliments in doses
Compliment the way that you
need
Truly indeed
Looking at the future
Never at the past
We love
We live
We laugh
We Dance
Our souls
They glow
With ever glance
With songs on repeat
E
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
She so amazing hand sculpted by the gods
And I embrace her all find the beauty in her flaws
In
Praise the lord I found a way and made amends today
And FYI I dropped my eye my third grew right away
Look what a verse could say
My purses percolate
I like the way William made a million
With the style he was giving them Now he looks Fresh in the house on the hilly-an
I've got a human heart
But my
Sermon, one of god's children of billions
With more hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad
the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging
a cage
Hating on young brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to love us till we found our own way through the maze
New york, set trippin'
kisses
But your cheating heart will tell on you
I love you, I'll prove it a thousand ways
And that's why I got the lovesick blues
I wanta sing about
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
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