20 lyrics for "Layin' on my back"
Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) All my grizzy niggas
PlayI wonder, laying in my bed Am I still too young, am I still too young? And I hold back, thoughts running through my head Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah
PlayI'll just keep playing back These fragments of time Everywhere I go These moments will shine And it's crystal clear That I don't ever want it to end If I had my way I would never leave Keep building these random memories Turning our days into melodies
PlayLove ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But I know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's a-sleepin'" Black ash from the foundry
PlayCan't I get back my lonely life California waiting Every little thing's gotta be just right While you're tryin' to save me Little Mona Lisa laying by my side "Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime I feel too close to be losin' touch
PlayI will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my
PlayI don't mind When I'm with you You can tell me your lies You can me tell all night When I'm with, when I'm with, when I'm with But you know I got your back I'm on your side When you know I Know you're playing with my mind No I don't mind
PlayYes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you
PlayAskin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold
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