Everyone is gonna like her Everyone is gonna make her feel at home I wanted to restore her Make her feel like the way it did before But that could never
's feeling like a new man tonight she's wanting someone else to hold her tight I can see her eyes all wandering and she has someone in sight She's feeling
feels at home Back where the wine flows free That's where she goes from me That's where my baby feels at home And that's where my baby feels at home
[Verse 1 - Cyhi] It may seem I'm sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court
stars And if you don't grab em, at least you'll fall on top of the world Think about it Cuz if you slip I'm gonna fall on top of your girl When I'm involved
I'd think clear Baby I'm feeling so out of this world, Baby with you I'm a different girl Ohhh, ohhh, ohh you're my future love. Baby could we make a home
come on, come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come on, come on I like it, like it [Na-na-na] come on Come on, I like it, like it Come on, come
, the way you blowin' up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I should've left my phone at home 'Cause
my telephone Boy the way you blown up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home
a home You'll be free To spread your wings Fly, you can fly to your heart Rise to the heights Of all you can be Soar on the hope Of marvelous things
my place When you know I?m leaving Try to leave a light on when I?m gone Something I rely on to get home One I can feel at night, a naked light A fire
the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number 1, it's goes on and on Its goes on and on We get to crippin', its running in the early morn' Keep on dreaming there
money, take yo broke ass home You talkin' couple hundred, betta leave me alone Need diamonds and black cars and ya dollaz for the shones Come on I'm on
wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money
turning you on? Am I turning you on? I'm in your room, Are you turned on? I'm on the corner of your bed Are you turned on?(2x)
fall from my eyes I'm alone and I feel empty God, I'm torn apart inside I look up at the stars Hoping you're doing the same And somehow I feel closer
trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like To feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through
Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on
