(Chorus)
{Baby I need you here with me
Baby I need you

Baby I need you here with me
Maybe then we can begin to see
A future for us deep within the sea
Of love and sex and dreams fear can’t breed}

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Baby I’ve never felt this way before
I never thought I’d ever pray for more
This feelings so damn unfamiliar
We’ve got eternity with fate in store

You’ve never played me
Never shamed me
Now my thoughts are rearranging
Never thought I’d want a baby
But baby I’m saying
Maybe just maybe
Ain’t playing
Say you placate me we can get to making one

This wasn’t part of the plan
I never thought I would land
Was getting harder to stand
You’ve got the heart of a man

Just saying bitch I’m a beast
So come and get you a piece
I’ll never switch up and leave
So girl don’t trick fuck and peace

I can be harder than granite god damn it
You are my planet can’t stand it
Sand reprimanded my plan and
Fanning the sham of a man

I just want you what it do boo
You are my shit girl my booboo
Fool with a tool I look through you
Woo you with shoes ooh that fubu

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I want you for the rest of my life
I wanna make you my wife
Through all the stress and the strife
You’re why I get through the night

Baby that pussies so tight
Bet I’m ‘one fuck you just right

I’ll blow your back out till morning you’re soaring
Sore and you’re floored baby pouring
Flooring this foreign recording
Mourning the form of your coordination been patiently waiting
Cake is to tasty can’t take it
Say that you’ll take it we’ll make it
Shaking the fakes in the basement
Waking your lake with my statements

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Letters come together
WHEN my pens a better petter
To the pages saved in leather
When the sage’s under pressure
On my liger pride I Gundam
Saving private Ryan bundam
Started kicking till you fund ’em
Tig is ticking till you run’d ’em

Every single message
Never feed until it’s read
It’s in your head (x2)
I see yo bed I see yo dead

Stumble on a trip
You claim a humble one a whip
And he don’t wanna get a lick
So Jimmy Jon sick on a sip
He never wanted all the pain
Never asked to go insane
Didn’t want all of the hate created
From the dung you bring

Every single time
He takes the time to realign
You just seize the opportunity
To tint a brighter shine
And claim it all was done on own
And brag how brightly light is shown
Without a minisculely modicum
Of backing with no bone

Counterfeiting
How ya living
Fake and vacant
Valor isn’t one of your priorities
How’s your trousers
Soaking innit

Don’t worry the drought is coming
Meet the heat when doubt was funny
Retaliacion’s my name
Vengeance is business rich as honey

I don’t want your fucking money
You can’t pay your way out, running
Face your fear with honor brother
Bet you feel it in your stomach

Can’t you see it coming now
Eyes so wide it’s panoramic
Don’t ask me why question how
Until now that I could stand it

You should really keep your leashes
On yourselves, you rell’s facetious
‘Stead of necks of sleeping beasts
That feast on people’s
Reek of weakness

Did you really think you had me
Just because I fucking let you
Have your way for twenty seconds
Roach you best approach corrected

Time is ticking yours is up
You’ve had your fun I’ve had enough
Of waiting for a sign or symbol
You don’t deserve popped you pimple

Always all up in the face of
Someone just want clean and simple
Take a sledge upside your head
I’m bout to turn you to a dimple

What’s your fucking problem now
Y’all niggas driving me mental
Take your beef up with the cattle
‘Fore I feed the pigs your dental
You brought your bullshit to me
Don’t go acting sentimental
I caught you in 4K-D with
Booted leggings selling rentals

How you authentically faux
100% unoriginally made from
Copied clones, you
Genuinely gyp admissions

You must be a Polaroid
The way your shaking makes it clearer
Exposure’s a dozer to the dirt you
Work to smear the mirrors

You can’t even face yourself
You hide from what you try to save
Nobody’s qualified to help you
Get out of your own way

Ain’t tryina be therapeutic
Lost all hope you’ll grow into it
Seventy five the centage represented
I’m more than quarter sure you’re two-bit

– Nicholas King