1. |
Hard to Please
02:21
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You make me question if this is All a Dream?
She’s leaving again
I guess I’m just too Hard to please
If she staying then
Fuck a wedding ring you deserve a Bugatti
But I ain’t got anything so I’ll give you my body
You can tell me everything
'N don’t ever say sorry
Take all ya fantasies
Ya favorite songs
Futures dreams
Lay it on me
Paying homage
This for hoes that don’t know how to make a promise
Fellas
Get yo self a lady not a Baby momma
If you have the baby
Probably Better Stay together
Couples
Ducking each other like it’s
Mayweather
Fighting Mayweather
I Treat the pussy like a safe haven
Saying amen to
Aid and abetting
If I said I gave the head
I meant it n
Best believe I’m a take credit
Cause it taste better
When ya take credit
Oh I Let her have her way wit me
She be speaking Spanish
So everything she say pretty
It’s like Day dreaming
I’m Okay wit it
Getting A-visits
Like a vacation
In the oasis
O baby you make me
You make me question if this is All a Dream?
She’s leaving again
I guess I’m just too Hard to please
If she staying then
Fuck the Bugatti you deserve a private island
But I ain’t got anything so I’ll give you my body
You can tell me everything
'N don’t ever say sorry
Take all ya fantasies
Ya favorite songs
Futures dreams
Lay it on me
Staying up to see the sun 'n sleep til 2 o’clock?
Waking up No interrupting Love and pillow talk?
I love the way You to love to sing To every Diddy song,
Did it occur to you
That my curiosity, peaks
Leads me on
Possibilities teasing
For weeks
Keeps me coming back
Keys to give me free time with the beats
Take a bubble bath
After that I’ll take you out to eat
You in love with that
Fact that I want success
Dress so sharp
As if I had a place to be
Taking me back
To what trust is like
I like the troubled type
And I
Can’t decide
If you real or not
The alarm clock going off
You were Too good to be true all along
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2. |
Sunday Afternoon
01:20
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She a go getter
Home wrecker
Focus on the sole sectors
She a Soul sister
Ms. Goal setter
Never gonna miss a goal
Surely Not a gold digger
Imma go get her
And say–Hey
I’m a protester
And a professor
I need a job so won’t
Let me be your joke teller
No pressure
I know that you a goal setter
But as I look around
I don’t see a goal tender?
Ah
You see my potential
Poetic
Rhyming that got no ending
Note taking
Law breaking
Oh I love the way you walking
Talk dirty
Don’t hurt me
I don’t know better
Yous home wrecker
heartbreaking
But I love your home cooking
No makeup
Good looking
Listening to Art Blakey
Stargazing
Staring at ya goal getting
All the time
Ms goal Setter
We gonna wind up at goal line
My Punchlines cheesy
And It goes good with old wine
Bon-a-petit
I keep treating you Po-lite
I promise I won’t bite
Unless you ask me too
I’m fine with my goldmines attitude
So now I’m asking you
Ms. Goal Setter
Whatchu doing this Sunday afternoon?
Whatchu doing wit' it
What, Whatchu doing wit' it
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3. |
Just Because
05:30
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I got you flowers
Just because
I don’t a give fuck
I give two of 'em
I got you flowers
Tryna make it up
My apologies
You’ll probably throw them away
And it’s okay
I don’t need anybody
But somebody would sure be nice
Somebody would sure be nice
Walking on the shore in the Grey moonlight
All night arguing who’s right
You right?
I’m wrong
Hell naw
You saw
What I seen
Girl Whatchu mean?
I ain’t I like that
I stay busy doing my raps
Nothing crazy
Baby you know
I wouldn’t trade that ass for the whole world
Keep going out with ya home girls
God bless em
They keep bringing ya home (right)
I can tell you in the zone cause
Ya hair pulled back
Not giving a fuck
And I know I shouldn’t go there
But oh well,
So tell me
do you ever think about forgetting the past, forgiving each other, and fucking me right here?
I got you flowers
Just because
I don’t give a fuck
I give two of em
I got you flowers
Tryna make it up
Imma roll four
That’s two, each
for the two of us
I got you flowers
Just because
I don’t give a fuck
I give two of em
I gotchu flowers
Tryna make it up
My Apologies
It’s probably too late
But here’s the bouquet anyway
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4. |
Trouble, and I like it
01:45
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Baby where is the line?
Where do you get off?
You wanna be thirty
Flirtin' with perverts at the bar
Swear to god
Drowning down n doubting double time
Imma need a life preserver you out so far
Send albatross
Alcohol got you calling me at 3 am
I'm sleeping, you knocking my door
Waking me up, fucking me
Leaving not speaking for weeks
Its tearing me up but I Love it so much Goddamn
Baby where is the line?
Where do you get off
What are you scared of
You wanna get old looking for love
Its getting old just hooking up
Thinking I shouldn’t of
Put as much
Trust in you
But that's just
What ya do
When you don’t know What you want
Young n a mess
Come to confess
You don’t love
Me at all
You want me for sex
Since it’s always been
What you want
I want you know
I come to like it
Come inside and
Quit the hiding
Shrug ya shoulder
Suck my soul don’t suck my nuts
I’m nuts about you
Fuck the love
And fuck the line
You’re trouble and I like it
I might be crazy but baby let’s have a baby, today I’m saying
Fuck the love and Fuck the line
Cause
You’re trouble and I like it
It’s hypnotizing
You’re trouble and I like it
I wonder what’s it’s like to
not be crazy
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5. |
Cherish the Moment
03:09
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Someday imma just be another dead rapper
Next chapter
Thank you, next
I know my life doesn’t matter
Cherish the moment
Don’t catch feelings
Sorry sweetie
Get off me
I ain’t got time for yo shit
You lying through ya teeth and it’s so obvious
I need more space
She only act up for an audience
It’s a little more than odd
Her manipulation is monotonous
Shit get old
Sorry baby you not popular
She creating obstacles
Bigger than the wall in China
Cheated on me
Now ever since my life in auto pilot
I’m a rare breed of care frees
Yeah, It’s hard to find us
Ask yo friends about me
I be harder than the solid diamond
Can’t put ya finger on it
But you would love to try it
An Undeniable smile
But the lies adding up
It’s too much
Go on get off me
This is toxic
She fucking crazy
But I love her for it
When we fucking
That shit dumb euphoric
Staying up all night
It’s like a Whole performance
Now she holding the door open
At the 4 in the morning
I don’t hesitate
She say “wait”
I tell her don’t hold her breath
Someday imma just be another dead rapper
Next chapter
Thank you, next
I know my life doesn’t matter
Cherish the moment
Don’t catch feelings
Even if she make me miss my next meeting
Emceeing for a living
I’m TNT and
That’s right
I'm dynamite
Putting rappers a Mausoleum
Cold blooded
Never Offering an ultimatum
hardly judging
I’m a product of what rap created
My bars my words
It’s all Affidavit
I’m out the place
Getting busy getting acclimated
Writing raw rhymes my occupation
I'm working hard to survive
Look up down around
Rappers dropping like flies
It’s like the system automated
Admitted it’s a tough life
Battle to the top
Then lose all in one night
Could be the critics or the gunfight
Drugs, a love life
But you never know out here
Lotta ways to go out
When rapping your career
So sweetie it’s best for you
Go on get off me
Don’t catch feelings
Someday imma just be another dead rapper
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6. |
All Love
01:57
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She my Soul sister, Not my Soul mate
I waited to long, let her turned into a cold case
I’m a Creature of habit,
But I’ve had it with the old ways
I wanna see her happy
Achieve her goals and grow great
Always Staying hungry with a full plate
Touch so warm and
Absence like the cold rain
She’s into whole grains
Not fooled with gold chains
Alice's wonderland just need a little Coltrane
Yeah, I wonder when she’ll settle down
We’ve both done things that we regretting now
We Don’t ever let it get us down
We not best for each other
That's not to say that there’s not another
We got a brotherly sisterly bond
Admitted, I’m missing you when you gone
We ain’t living for long
I can’t give you the world
So I give you this song
It’s all love
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