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Oh he's bad Bad to the bone He makes me feel a little nervous But I swear it turns me on He takes me to meet his friends And makes sure that they respect me He says it's a bad neighborhood But I know that he'll protect me Everyone is high or drunk Even I was a little buzzed But every time I seen his face My body did something it never does All he wants is a girlfriend He just wants someone that's down But I told him if he gives it time I just might stick around He had his heart broken, A feeling we've both met. He wishes for a forever That he won't later regret He wishes for a sister That'll keep his *** in check Keep his pillow dry of tears But his sheets so soak and wet He wants the police off his back So he doesn't have to sweat But yet.... He can't dip because the streets is his family Literally, EVERYONE knows him, How could I EVER be his sanity? How could I keep him from behind bars? Cuz yea, he's looking like a man to me, But to the feds?, that's dead. They would never see his tragedy. Yea he made mistakes. And on paper he got a record. But if you lost 10 friends in a year!, I'm sure you'd be that hurt! I'm sure you'd smoke so much loud! Just cuz no one else would listen! With your middle finger in the air Screaming **** the system! But it's okay, I'll be the flame That matches and calms his fire We can grow and glow together He'll be calling me his rider
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
Rider
Oh he's bad Bad to the bone He makes me feel a little nervous But I swear it turns me on He takes me to meet his friends And makes sure that they respect me He says it's a bad neighborhood But I know that he'll protect me Everyone is high or drunk Even I was a little buzzed But every time I seen his face My body did something it never does All he wants is a girlfriend He just wants someone that's down But I told him if he gives it time I just might stick around He had his heart broken, A feeling we've both met. He wishes for a forever That he won't later regret He wishes for a sister That'll keep his *** in check Keep his pillow dry of tears But his sheets so soak and wet He wants the police off his back So he doesn't have to sweat But yet.... He can't dip because the streets is his family Literally, EVERYONE knows him, How could I EVER be his sanity? How could I keep him from behind bars? Cuz yea, he's looking like a man to me, But to the feds?, that's dead. They would never see his tragedy. Yea he made mistakes. And on paper he got a record. But if you lost 10 friends in a year!, I'm sure you'd be that hurt! I'm sure you'd smoke so much loud! Just cuz no one else would listen! With your middle finger in the air Screaming **** the system! But it's okay, I'll be the flame That matches and calms his fire We can grow and glow together He'll be calling me his rider
endya-tremese
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
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