And if you know who you are, And if my heart's had wings, I'd be the bird that sings, I'd fly where love isn't shy And everyone is willing to try. And if we had the time, And time's so hard to find, I can't believe what you say, Start sending those

Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me Oh, you better bring it to me Yeah, yeah, yeah If you ever Change your mind About leaving Leaving me behind You know I laughed

Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine Red racing cars, sunset and vine But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you I'll come, come,

These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you Get the fuck up out my fucking face, 'fore I murder you Bitch niggas always jacking Blood, but I know they fu Whole squad full of fucking killers, I'm a killer too Sending shots, shots, shots,

Honest you do, honest you do I know you, you send me At first, I thought it was infatuation But ooh, well it lasted So very, so very, so very long Darling you send me Darling you, you send me Darling you, you thrill me I know you, you thrill me

You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

When you touch me in that way, I just don't know what to do, love I'm so in love You don't seem to understand me when I say I'm feeling blu love I can't get you out my mind You send me pictures I ain't calling crisis You send the pictures If your harp is

Ooh wee (Ooh, ooh) Send me an emoji, let me know how you feel Send me an emoji-ji-ji (Hey) I was young, we were growing up Yeah, I know but I don't know enough I know it’s late, just got back from work You don't have to put it into words One more glass

Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding