Se X And Drugs

Why you acting like you got in trouble with me? Talking 'round your words, like I'm your boss, tryna please Thought you'd try me but you're coming in tenderly Boy, I don't know this man Why you acting like you got in trouble with me? Talking 'round your words, like I'm your boss, tryna please Thought you'd try me but you're coming in tenderly Boy, I don't know this man (But after all of this time) Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love? Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love? Why you talking to me like it's all lovely? Now you feel the difference, say you're thinking of me I remember when we used to scream in the streets I've never met this man (But after all of this time) Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love? Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love? Are you still in love? (But after all of this time) Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Did you think five months away was gonna make me love you more? Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love? Are you still in love? Are you picturing it in the way it was? Way before all of the distance and the drugs Are you still in love? After all the distance, after all the drugs After all of it Are you still in love?

Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass (Mmh) How was I suppose to know that (Know that) Money make you bitches go bad (Go bad) Run it up and never go back (Go back) Run it up and never go back (Go back) W's up and you know that (Yeah) 'Member makin' tracks with Kodak Then we fell a little off-track I'm a street nigga way before rap I ain't been the type to name drop But it's some shit that I can't hold back I heard a nigga from the same block Is telling on me, I expose rats Look I don't really want no beef with no niggas I don't want no enemies or no niggas The feds is coming and they sweepin' on niggas They gained like seven Took like three of my niggas Ain't no static, it's just defense on niggas Go black on black, go Hoodie SZN on niggas Plaques on plaques, I got thirteen of them, nigga One day I wanna be a king like I'm Jigga But I ain't ready for no love yet All I ever want is drug sex I'm used to being in the projects Mama saying I was up next Learnin' how to fucking rob, yeah I didn't even touch a gun yet Most the niggas I grew up with Are sitting up or either gone, yeah Gone, yeah When I'm right, I think I'm wrong, yeah This is just where I belong, yeah I'm so used to having fun (Yeah) I go straight from the Ave to in the club Catch me right in the back Cameras on me, they be all on my ass But Sal in front of me to cover the gas But don't get too gassed, my life is too fast Bitches tellin' me to follow them back Adderall, at least it's better than Xans Pop a Perc and fuck for hours again 'Cause I don't want no fuckin' love sex All I want from you is drug sex Shit you wouldn't do in public You say you ain't the type to suck dick You never finished, it was perfect Your natural titties and your curves, yeah I make you feel like it was worth it I can buy you all the Birkins But what's next? I don't want no fuckin' love sex All I want from you is drug sex I don't wanna make you up' I don't wanna see you upset All I want from you is drug sex But your love is like a drug, yeah I can never get enough Fuck love sex Can we have drug sex? Fuck love sex, can we have drug sex? Fuck love sex, can we have Drug, drug, drug, drug

We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers kill and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... Once upon a time, not long ago A rapper got shot, and no one knows Who pulled the trigga on the kid and layed him in his grave And after the prayers and the street parade Shit got forgot, and now he's dead And all the fans loved everything he said So understand this, you don't wanna miss Sex, drugs, and violence We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers kill and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... Ayo once upon a time in Jamaica, Queens An icon gets shot and no one knew what it means It was just another muder scene But let's get on with the bling bling Ching ching and half naked chicks that can't sing Murder weapon, never found. Police, never around The respect, the intellect, and the suspect all out of town It's all out of bounds. KRS, Chuck D makin our rounds, man While they takin us down, man We're takin you down. I got another new sound It's really an old sound, but you know how me and Chuck get down We got peace, love, unity, and having the fun But you all want sex, drugs, violence 101 Here it is... Bam Stop being a little boy with a little toy, stand up and be a man Now you see the plan, from west to east Instead of sex, drugs, and violence we got love, purpose, and peace We be hurtin the least. We be workin, no seats Bringing it to America like Geronimo and Cochise Get that, but make sure when you spit rap If you ain't really ready to die, yo, don't spit that! We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers kill and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe... Once upon a time I was on Long Island A man got shot and he wasn't smilin He was bleedin from his guts, yo A policeman was sittin and he drove up on the spot, yo Now when police light came on When the man died, who was the blame on? Wasn't me. Not you I didn't kill nobody cuz my records don't do that I make the records for the kids Gangsta rap flippin people's kid's lids We like those gangsta rhymes... Just make sure they don't corrupt our minds... These rappers kill and thief... A lot of times it's only make believe...