Lyrics:
this pain to a T from the boat to the Lonely Island
We ain’t a joke like European voyagers you know we violent
From our genetic code mix from those who
The sky is burning out now
Reflections touched by stars
Look at me
Neon
Lights the way
Through the night
Take my hand, you'll be alright
No shadow's lonely
All flowing nowhere
I don't know where to go
I'm at the edge
Of an island we share
You stand by another shore
Just speak to me some more
It's the only
vices
Bought the lies without knowing what the price is
And I've invited
The unwelcome to my private island
Blinded by silence
It's eating away at me like
no traces
I'm the ace to shovels
So sick, muthafucka cover face with muzzles (Yeah!)
Flushing, Queens, twenty seven years strong
Where you think
Oh (where they at, babe?)
Oh (Kid!), Yeah
We can go out to an island
We can do whatever you want, babe
I met her in LA, she was wildin'
She
Triple threat gone pop em like we serving pills
Y'all Gone have to come get me
Ain't in to riding around in new cities
I'm by my lonely I grip on my semi
Saw you standing across the street
Claire my poor heart melted
Don't have to believe in love at first sight
But if you did I felt it
Just a Brooklyn
ride with my glick by my lonely
Me and my Glock like Manolo and Tony
But he ain't gone do no hoe shit on me
These niggas wanna see me like Mo3
I wish
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
the lonely widow
we could steal her credit cards
and buy a cottage by the ocean.
If we swim to Junk Island we'll burn up like the seagulls
and the whiskey
give to it
Lost in a broken dream
On an island drifting out to open sea
Further away from its continent
Tethered to our history measured by it's obelus
when they was phoney
Got it by myself like a island I call it Coney
Ass so fat nigga I ain't even strap up
Fake niggas don't get a dap up
Spark it up
Sometimes
Something beautiful happens
In this world
Oh
Akon
And Lonely Island
You don't know how to express yourself so
You just gotta sing
I just
Sometimes (Ooh)
Something beautiful happens
In this world
You don't know how to
Express yourself so (and Lonely Island)
You just gotta sing
I'd like to live by the side of the ocean
You could decide to be mine, then we ghostin
Everybody for the beat, for the hopeless
Romantic like they
Out of the place race not for the swift
Half they done quit other half done switch
Ride the coast in them leather seats by my lonely
Had to take a step
adlibing
A Brooklyn nigga never been one
For the ass kissing so I'm learning on own
I'd rather get it by my lonely
And once I plan the plot
I'm taking
Welcome to the terrordome
This is where I testi-moan
Sorry I meant testify
Do not ask the reason why
I gaslight switch it like a nazi psychiatrist
me
Are you coming with me
Solid ones only
Don’t crumble for the cake that’s phony
If I’m by myself, I could never be lonely
The youngin is so
All on a lonely day
Sometimes I don't know why
I feel just like an island, babe
The sea swallows the sky
I'll die drowning in the shade
All
dead, get rich or die trying how I feel like 50 cent
Shout out to all my Hawaiians still struggling, on that lonely island
Turned up on that dumb shit,
nigas seen a comma
Lonely at the top plenty space at the bottom
You gotta be raw like fucks without a condom
Believe me
If all you seen was the pain
ain't never been one to burn bridges or burn a bag
Ironic, money turn a man into an island
And a friend into a financial advisor
Take a family
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