• 標題:Paris Morton Music
  • 歌手:Drake
  • 專輯:Young Sweet Jones
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
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    Artist:drake
    Songs Title:paris morton music

    Would've came back for you
    I just needed time
    To do what I had to do
    Caught in the life
    I can't let it go
    Whether that's right
    I wont ever know
    Hope you forgive me
    Never meant wrong
    Tried to be patient
    It waited to long
    But I would've came back
    But I would've came back for you
    Would've came back
    Would've came back...
    I talk, slicker, than a, pimp from Augusta
    Who just had his linen suit dry cleaned
    Bitches what's up witcha
    I hate callin' the women butches, but the bitches love it
    I took some sence and made a nickle of it
    I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
    With those lips that all that lipstick covers
    You're never too groen up to miss and hug her
    And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubers
    I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
    This ain't the life that I'm used to
    Re-introduced to people I've been intoduced to
    Did you forget me?
    Or are you took scared to tell me that you met me and fear that I wont
    Remember
    I wish you could still accept me for me
    I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
    The simplistic beauty that all them southerners had
    I'm half way across the world with dozens of bags
    Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
    In one nigga, amazin' shit
    I got that Courtney Love for ya, that crazy shit
    Ion drink every bottle I own
    I be agin' shit
    And I got them wedding ring flows that engaging shit
    Which one of y'all got fleets on your key chains
    The seats to these Heat games
    I think that you stare at yourself and you see things
    La familia, I've been inducted and instucted
    To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with
    Fuck is up?
    Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
    23 and goin' through a mid-life crisis
    But tust me I still deliver like a mid-wife
    And no I'm not syin' I'm the nicest
    I just live life like it
    Uh, It a certain type of man to teach
    To be far from hood
    But to understand the streets
    I never threw away that paper with my grammy speech
    Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
    Yeah, You gotta own it if you want it
    Kisses her on the body
    She tells me live in the moment
    And baby I never forget none of that
    Girl I told you I was comin' back