the small of my back, so let's end this call And end this conversation, there's nothing worse (That's right he said, that's right he said it) I swear
small of my back so let's end this call, and end this conversation there's nothing worse... (that's right he said, that's right he said it) I swear
Translation: Taking Back Sunday. There's No i In Team.
I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back, violently take a nap Promise you got something
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black Achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray More to
I'm sayin'? Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on (Hold on) That's
down with tha cattle I shake, then I rattle I might just come through Its all about that grain lesson I gots to come through to young G's I be stressin
know? Prayer changes (I heard that) Prayer changes (I believe that) Prayer changes (I know that) Prayer changes things Prayer changes (I heard that) Prayer changes (I
baked beans Pick a back yard football team Nothin' much of anything That's what I love about Sunday I stroll to the end of the drive Pick up the Sunday
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black
and I ain't gonna smoke till I choke I'ma smoke till I croak I call niggaz bluff when I puff the lala Then I put niggaz to rest like boom bye bye When I
.Y. talkin' to why dies with the bitch And some load ki's me insider It's now and never, turn back why should we Let's turn this bitch upside down (How
When I go to sleep I pray I'm waking up to I got you, babe Like the guy from Groundhog Day Just wanna live forever this way Flash back to seventeen I
) Simple (I got it I got it) [Verse 3: Fabolous] Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan I keep you
comin back home, there ain't no comparin, right? It's time to play ball and it's a big inning, I mean the beginning's here And the picture is clear Your
Back to fuckin project bitches, now I hate dimes All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine I son/sun niggaz like it's daytime Gray cotton Louie
