Lyrics:
take a spot in my lair
And I can pluck you like a pear
Eat you and squeeze you as if you were an eclair
That means if sticky ish get on my face I don't
a writers credit which of
Course made me sick eGo-EGo-EGO!
When I was in
NY I had to meet with William Orbit
Which has you know we're trying to do
A deal with
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
They Would Send You Home
By Time You Got In The Door
Hear Mama On The Phone
Damn...
Where Did That Love Go
When We Had Fist Fight
Even When
You just a regular human being
And it's love that I'm always just trying to bring
Can't help it if others don't like what they see
We all live in
that’s normal
I recall when I saw you
Both my eyes were all on you
I’d love to know if you want a
Big boy for your love below
Ha, say yes, I want to know
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
on earth were through
And he must face the world without me
Is the love I gave him in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
'Cause
played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist
that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
For we got love and happiness people envy us you see
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
stopped making brands a long time ago
I can't call him my slave
No sir, he's not your slave
What about indentured servant
No sir
What if we were in England
Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah
Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in
said over in France. And France had become something we never mentioned.
Something dangerous.
Yes some were sad to see those days disappear. The flea
baby that we're expecting in June
I sat in that delivery room from noon, to noon
24 hours of labour then the nurse asked me his title for the paper
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
we're in pursuit of the White House
Bring the gasoline, blow torches and the kerosine
Can you hear me, men? (Yes, we can) already then
Can I get
chooses to come to Rock Bottom
So John and I left the house for some action
And when we got on the main street
I was about to pass by Ol’ William
But John
john(john)
now we cracking guns
and singing that song called revenge
Taking a trip to the underworld(world)
where i got no feelings and no sympathy
The water's wondrous deep
And the very next step that she went in
She's waded to her knee
Says she, I would wade farther in
If I my true love could see
The water's wondrous deep
And the very next step that she went in
She's waded to her knee
Says she, I would wade farther in
If I my true love could see
To the red flags of Schaffhausen where the cowbell keyrings sound
And if the devil loves details, then godliness floats in the vague
And I can't remember how
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