48 HOURS IN PARIS

48 hours in Europe, I landed in Paris, I got a performance
Throw up the 3s ain't a group it's a brotherhood, that's what I'm telling the audience
Look up to the sky, I'm seeing the stars, yeah
Suttin like stars in the wraith, but I'm not in the Bentley, it's just my resemblance

I'm feeling like Santa and Dave, I'm writing this song and it's 20 to 1
I thought we were on the same page, I took all the blame for falling in love
You wanna make change, just start moving distant now, yeah
I look to my left and my right, I'm counting my friends and everybody's gone

Song, I'm writing a song about how I feel, wanna be with you one on one
Love, cause this ain't no lust, I'm all about passion, I push it deeper in your lungs, yeah
Rockstar shit, got a mic in my hand first time, need your missus at my showfront now
Giving you space, but we need to talk, it's been a long, long time

Long, long time, I was chasing my exes, I was wasting my time
I was sat all alone, going through all your pictures, reminiscing the times
Now Im brushing those memories, aging like wine, do not disturb, now I'm back on my grind
Hustlers mentality, work like a slave, got me breaking my spine, yeah

She giving me knowledge, I'm driving, she swallowed my kids and I could've had children
Safety first, I pulled up at the lights I grab her by her hair, tell her wait there
Need repentance for how I've been living, probably need to go on a pilgrim
Headed to Jerusalem, putting my demons to rest, I'll be free cause it's safe there

48 hours in Europe, I landed in Paris, I got a performance
Throw up the 3's ain't a group it's a brotherhood, that's what I'm telling the audience
Look up to the sky, I'm seeing the stars, yeah
Suttin like stars in the wraith but I'm not in the Bentley, it's just my resemblance

I'm feeling like Santa and Dave, I'm writing a song and it's 20 to 1
I thought we were on the same page, I took all the blame for falling in love
You wanna make change, they start moving distant now, yeah
I look to my left and my right, I'm counting my friends and everybody's gone

I'm with big bro, and he's telling me to go hard or better go home
So my hoe gotta postpone, now she got a little attitude, I really hate those
Can never fake it till I make it, so I lay low, I had a booking I was late to my first show
Had me swerving through the traffic on the main road, I need a mortgage on my wrist with a big bankroll, yeah

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