[Chipmunk - Verse 1] Team UK we on a mad ting American girls they love my accent Road man, rate me, affiliated for money Yardie girls love me, affiliated
trash. Too much, taste for whores, You saw me grace, the source, Your saw me work, the vibe Bitches, I works for mine. One time, for these divas, Two
much taste for whores You saw me grace the stores You watch me work the vibe Bitches, I works for mine One time, for these divas Two times, for these
for all the answers that you're missing I'm rolling with the mongoose, cause snakes is steady hissing to expose my flaws like salt in sores since they
Never a flaw A different kind of high Y'know, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance In the ladies' frame
any army Waiting for me, waiting for this girl If I could only stretch my arms around you I'd suddenly see there ain't nothin' wrong with me Hear, words
the trunk Let me put ya in da game (x4) And Mami you already know, we spendin' dough, And you gonna be the baddest thing on the road Let me put ya in
mistakes Wait, you'll never be that to me Hope you know that in case you ever come back to me I know sometimes these 16?s are just raps to me But me
pamper me Accept gifts but that don't put a stamp on me Feel me baby, on it wit BC and Jerzee Yeah Hold up wait a minute all my girls say YEAH Gotta
I know that road, it leads to nothing Aligned my footsteps and led me to the route That you've laid for me, ready and waiting Why have I turned my back
of the Dark and forgot What have I done? Please make me your son (What have I done?) What have I become? Destroyed all I love (Please make me your son
not getting any sleep tonight We'll embark on our great voyage to the sun And we'll be 90 million miles from anything or anyone What are we waiting for? We depart for
't shine on me What's wrong with you, you stupid child? Don't you think that I'm the one you're waiting to see? Don't talk too much 'cause she falls for
me fuck you and that ugly coat we goin ghetto gold this spring and anyone that begs to differ wait until this hit ya the illest scriptures killin listeners with the real elixir for
annoyed by any personality flaws. I'm not a stalker. Excessive talker. It doesn't really matter to me. Whatever you're into, I'm into, that's cool. We could meet for
and make you mine And I think it's gonna hurt me For a long, long time Wait for the day, you'll go away Knowing that you warned me Of the price I'd
doing? Off the scene for a minute, but right back into it Tell me can you feel it? All the looks that you giving me I'm feeling that you're feeling me
time Every bottle she finds they don't compare To the ones she left behind, there is never a note So she waits for me to come back home I'm lookin' for