Justin Timberlake
Yeah
What goes around comes around
Wheres Justin Timberlake to keep me sound
No
Cough and drown yet up goes down
The music never seems profound
Oh
Give me peace give me strength give me kindness
Give them a reason to find this
I'm always saying
The same words
I'm sometimes praying
Though my words will be heard
All i can do is say words to you
But sometimes life hits harder than it needs to
But i won't rest don't, don't, don't suggest
That i give up
You know the Rest
Oh
I hope my words will be heard yeah
Smoke up the dutch with the herb yeah
That's the sorta of thing that a prefer yeah
That's the sorta of thing that a prefer yeah
I know my words will be heard yeah
Say it and i know that it'll work yeah
Caked up and whipped with them curves yeah
That's the sorta bitch that i prefer yeah
I'd rather drown in happiness then sorrows I won't let exist
Can't believe you took me there you had me stuck in my abyss
Things like us weren't built to last
Why can't anybody see that we were made out of glass
Now that's you
Now I'm into rolling up and smoking with the homies
And my hoes are counting up
And some of them smoke stogies
Told to Speak it to existence now I think it's working
Life is moving forward and that I know for certain
Certain
Certain
Now I know it's for certain
Caked up and whipped with them curves yeah
That's the sorta bitch that i prefer
What goes around comes around
Wheres Justin Timberlake to keep me sound
No
Cough and drown yet up goes down
The music never seems profound
Oh
Give me peace give me strength give me kindness
Give them a reason to find this
I'm always saying
The same words
I'm sometimes praying
Though my words will be heard
All i can do is say words to you
But sometimes life hits harder than it needs to
But i won't rest don't, don't, don't suggest
That i give up
You know the Rest
Oh
I hope my words will be heard yeah
Smoke up the dutch with the herb yeah
That's the sorta of thing that a prefer yeah
That's the sorta of thing that a prefer yeah
I know my words will be heard yeah
Say it and i know that it'll work yeah
Caked up and whipped with them curves yeah
That's the sorta bitch that i prefer yeah
I'd rather drown in happiness then sorrows I won't let exist
Can't believe you took me there you had me stuck in my abyss
Things like us weren't built to last
Why can't anybody see that we were made out of glass
Now that's you
Now I'm into rolling up and smoking with the homies
And my hoes are counting up
And some of them smoke stogies
Told to Speak it to existence now I think it's working
Life is moving forward and that I know for certain
Certain
Certain
Now I know it's for certain
Caked up and whipped with them curves yeah
That's the sorta bitch that i prefer
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Groen
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