Facts of Life - Lime Cordiale

Do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do-do, do-do-do When boys are just eleven They begin to grow in height At a fast rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasize About the things they have never thought of doing before These dreams are no more harmful than The usual thoughts that boys have of Becoming football stars or millionaires As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains It's just a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl But not daring to because she might say, "No" At last he summons up the courage phones And discovers someone else has asked her first And she's said, "Yes" Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected No-one gets through life without being hurt At this point the boy who's listening to this song Is probably saying, "It's easier said than done" and it's true It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life Do-do-do, do-do-do Do-do-do, do-do-do Small-town dating differs from more urban situations In particular if there's few places to go Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade If they have to almost anywhere will do A family car, a disused coalmine A rowing boat or a shed Experimentation, familiarization It's all a nature walk It's just the facts of life There's no master plan Walk me home from school I'll let you hold my hand You're getting ideas And when you sleep at night They develop into sweet dreams It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand) You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) It's just the facts of life It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams) Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas) I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)

Back when we first met Think it was November And I remember thinking that You had the sweetest smile Magic, you have it Command me, I'll obey It's a fact of love Mold me, control ne I'm only made of clay It's a fact of love Sometimes I wonder, what is this love? At once so delightful and frightening Thunder and lightening, love It's the facts of love With those moody broody eyes You could be Svengali With just one touch, I'm mesmerized I just can't help myself You want it You got it You only have to say It's a fact of love You make me feel like I'm only made of clay It's a fact of love Sometimes I wonder, what is this love? At once so delightful and frightening Thunder and lightening, love Sometimes I wonder About the facts of love (of love, of love) I sit and wonder Are these the facts of love? (Of love, yeah) Sometimes I wonder: "What is this love?" At once so delightful and frightening Thunder and lightening, love Sometimes I wonder: "What is this love?" At once so delightful and frightening (oh, what is this love?) Thunder and lightening, love (ah, love, yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes I wonder: "What is this love?" (What if you wanna know?) At once so delightful and frightening Thunder and lighting, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, love Gimme more love

Taj Money Yeah YSL See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I heard a couple niggas try to line me And you know the rest New baby Nina dripping on my body See you could get stretched You gettin' money, I couldn't care less Got some honey's turned into a finesse Don't make me make the bulldog fetch ya Purple tips make you itch on a stretcher Hit your momma house, know you got the message Lucky you're jealousy would've been reckless Raid the condo, draggin' me by my necklace I don't get tired, lil' nigga, I be restless I was trappin', eating noodles for breakfast Took a loss and bounced it back like a checker Police took a couple sticks last summer We was glizzy, le buteur so Texas Some niggas still ten toes in these streets Still get you anything for the cheap Young and connected like the letter V Name a youngin's been more realer than me I just put some gold all over my teeth Giuseppe steppin' how we roll in the streets Hit a new stage at age of fourteen My nigga just hit a stain last week I put the nina to a nigga cheek (shh) The nigga don't speak Bro, I was broke, ain't had nothin to eat You in the streets then you know how it be Some say I'm sayin' too much when I rap But I ain't never said a name in my track I told that nigga I'm only speaking facts And uh, and that's on the trap See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back See I ain't have to scheme Taliban be on my team I know some twins that will hit you with these Tallup, Tallup, Tallup, split you in piece Osama twin llama, choppa siamese Lookin' for me pack me up in the B's Lemons grip up on my bitch when I squeeze I know some kids who do hits for some trees Smoke a top and turn an opp into weed Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 Word to my chain, heard my city in gold My bitches solid, then they know that I'm told My niggas solid, they are hard as a brick Yeah, I'm talking 'bout a plus 36 See I got a couple niggas on the road (road) And some in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go I got a couple bitches on my back None of my niggas, they ain't ever told (told) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever fold Shots for my niggas never coming back Shots for my niggas never coming back (back) And yeah that's a fact None of my niggas, they ain't ever told That ain't my woadie, it a boy rack I got a couple niggas on the road (road) I got a couple niggas in the trap I got a couple niggas on the go Shots for my niggas never coming back, woah

Said yeah, yeah, yeah Now she don't mind a vino On a drinking in the morning type of day Sunshine in Toledo But I'm cooped up in the hotel room all day All we need is for us to get away (get away) All we want is for us to hide away (hide away) I'm going out without ya I thought you'd be about it So cliche, I knew it'd end up this way She said it's meant to be a holiday I'm going out without ya (holiday) I thought you'd be about it So cliche, I knew it'd end up this way (holiday) She said it's meant to be a holiday Don't make this trip a guilt trip Don't ask me what the time is, I'm not fazed Stripping for a quick dip I'm not taking calls when I'm this blazed All we need is for us to get away (get away) All we want is for us to hide away (hide away) I'm going out without ya I thought you'd be about it So cliche, I knew it'd end up this way She said it's meant to be a holiday Let's put it on silent, airplane mode Yeah Let me hear some sand in my toes Uh Feels good, don't it? Let me get some wind through my hair Mm, so good Let me get some sunshine on my back, woo Alright now Now, you know what? Pour me a drink Uh, more ice, uh Little bit of tonic in the water, uh-uh Okay, shake it up Shake it up, shake it up, uh I'm going out without ya I thought you'd be about it So cliche, I knew it'd end up this way She said it's meant to be a holiday I'm going out without ya (it's meant to be a holiday) I thought you'd be about it (it's meant to be a holiday) So cliche, I knew it'd end up this way (it's meant to be a holiday) She said it's meant to be a holiday It's meant to be a holiday It's meant to be a holiday (There you go, the sounds of) It's meant to be a holiday (Cordi Elba, brand-new track)) (7:45 on the dot) it's meant to be a holiday (woo)

Mister, got yourself in trouble Kissed her, now you're seeing double Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, got yourself in trouble Kissed her, now you're seeing double Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I saw them coming, but I didn't have the sense to make a run I, I, I, I I should've left, but come on, baby, I was having lots of fun You, you, you You know that I love a special and I love it whеn it's two for one Wait, wait, wait Now the next thing you know, thеy're both taking off clothes And their shoes, I love toes, and I'm up to my neck (wait, what?) Okay I follow my nose, I don't know where it goes But if you wanna flow, we could fly Mister, got yourself in trouble (I'm in trouble now) Kissed her, now you're seeing double (I'm seeing double now) Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble (apple crumble) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Barney Rubble) Mister, got yourself in trouble (I'm in trouble now) Kissed her, now you're seeing double (I'm seeing double, yeah) Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble (Barney Rubble) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I follow my nose, I don't know where it goes But if you wanna flow, we could fly (ah, yeah, ayy, look, ayy, uh, ayy) A sweet dilemma, now I'm caught up in between two worlds I'm in the centre of a Stella and a Gabrielle One's a Scorpio, the other one's a UFO I haven't told my wife, I really hope that she don't know (Idris, what the?) Oh, cherry pie I'm only human (just wanna fuckin' play) Flying 'round this world I don't wanna break your heart But I'm just a human Floating through this universe (just fuckin' wanna play) Hoping for some sunlight, yeah I hope I get this shit right, girl (just fuckin' wanna play) Mister, got yourself in trouble (I'm in trouble now) Kissed her, now you're seeing double (I'm seeing double now) Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble (apple crumble) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Barney Rubble) Mister, got yourself in trouble (I'm in trouble now) Kissed her, now you're seeing double (I'm seeing double, yeah) Twisted, it's all gone apple crumble (Barney Rubble) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah