Print

I don't know where to start, but I just want to know when to begin I don't know where we are, but I just want to go with you again I don't know where to start, but I just want to show you what it is I'm 'bout the Lord, my God, so kill me now unless you want (Hey, lil' fine) I'm exercising my vulnerability, but you spend all my energy But you see me like I don't see me, I don't want to live in that bedroom Aye, that 20/20 low, that PRK vision Every time I lay sixteen, they stay squintin' But you still doubtin' me like I'm the same nigga Same nigga, same nigga, lame nigga, lame nigga My job got you feeling I'm too dangerous We done made it through the flames in L.A., and shit Wait a bit, stay a bit, grateful I pray for this I'm sick of time, but you really on that patient shit I know you tryna pace this shit But I haven't seen your face in years, it's been a day, bae I don't know what to call it, but I'm never calling you a friend I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought that I'd ever use again And I don't know where we are, and I don't give a donut where you been 'Cause I'm 'bout the Lord, it's God, so kill me now unless you want, mm So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on though My Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, yeah So it's on now, and I'm on what you on, what you on, though Letras de cancionesLord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord It's the grace you give me It's the way I want you here when I'm way too busy It's the way you never get when I'm anxious, really How you this patient with me? Speaking like without having conversations with me Look at the stares you doing Them soft eyes, my body sway like Medusa I love my privacy, but I'm way too proud of this woman Gather 'round for this woman Put your hands together, and make it clap, clap, clap Aye, pick it up, I gotta give it up That's what down is time, but don't gotta be a crutch Don't wanna be attached, that happens getting close There's power in your ass, there's more power in your touch, though Everything a lot, but not enough, though Keep it on the low, I need to know for the must-knows Yeah, I'm deacon, but I'm start though I feel like Whiplash meets Love Jones, what's up, though? I don't know where we goin', but I just want to go until the end I'm unthawing this hard, I never thought I'd ever use again And I can play my new part and never-ever-ever play pretend 'Cause I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my God, I'm about the Lord, my Lord Pick it up, I gotta pick it up Woman of the Year, every day that's in a month Pick it up, I gotta pick it up Baby, you're my life, this is more than a crush, though My love, my love My love, love, love, love, love From Letras Mania