I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch you smile while you are sleeping While you're far away and dreaming I could spend my life in this
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the neck of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
Yeah, c'mon I need a, I want a I need a girl to ride, ride, ride I need a girl to make ma wife I need a girl who's mine, oh mine I need a girl in ma
[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song,
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
I have to ask you a question And I need you to be honest We're both grown, really be honest And we'll take it from there Where do we go from here? I
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
Shawty badder than a three year old Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul Two day getaway
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes As a foundation left to create the spiral aim As a movement
Every day I think of you Can't believe it's true that I'm so into you That I don't know where I'm goin' I never felt this way before All I wanna do is
hey hello hey yer this is christina oh hi whats up whats up what do you want you say you want me back again you say you thought about it you tell me
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of vans If you niggas keep trippin', nigga share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas Smoke
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne