Friends and lovers Saying goodbye to each other Their way, your way Gathered in garden and parting in doorways And it's over Anyway that's what the papers
's gross Best friend will try to sneak if you let him get too close The body will fall if you kill the head What else? Lovers turn quick, they forget who buttered their bread
so on you (I'm so on you) Sip on the Coco Loso Relax and let your mind go This bitch hate better than a motherfucka Hate gotta be her main love-lover
so on you (I'm so on you) [Timati:] Sip on that Coco Loso Relax and let yo' mind go This bitch here better than a motherfucka I just gotta be her main lover-lover
m cold My temperature's been rated and I'm cold Bring to me my big old sweater Nothing more will make me better I met her on Monday and my heart did
you?re the lover of my soul HERE?S TO THE LOVER OF MY SOUL HERE?S TO THE LOVER OF MY SOUL I dunno when to walk away or stand and fight just when I?
the lover of my soul Here?s to the lover of my soul Here?s to the lover of my soul I dunno when to walk away or stand and fight Just when I?ve got
precious winds they rot While paupers change possessions Each one wishing for what the other has got And the princess and the prince Discuss what's real and
, stuff 'em any day. Book 'em and cuff 'em and throw the mother fuckin' book away, Had enough of 'em stuff 'em inside of a box and drive away And pray
while? Do you think that I could leave you? Could I leave and go away just for a change of style? Well, I cannot be your lover and I will not be your friend
Their rides outside are snoring, and it's pouring with rain And in the strangest way the night behaves In patterns and shapes that suggest that I escaped And
weather, and how to make the cheddar better And I'll never take you back, that's always and forever And those roses on the bed and you grabbed me and
down And stick around while I defend my crown And no sell-out, the trip is too rough And I'll blow your skin to sofa, leave your mind to be tough And
mine As friends and others, strangers from their fates try to resign Leaving men holy and totally free to do anything they wish to do but die And there
.9's in the trunk, and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt. Not once, twice, but three times the lover that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover
(once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to The a.m. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, you Know that, coming
you could play the life of the part If you can pray with me. Who needs lovers? Not I. Who needs Heaven above? Don't have time for things unsaid For baking bread
ain't never been a fighter,you can go and ask his mother I'm a lover and a fighter,producer and a writer Give your girl a quick fix,and give ya man a
