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Heatwave
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raury Tullis
Raury Tullis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raury
Raury
Songwriter
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter
William Linton
William Linton
Songwriter
Kelese Nicole Patton
Kelese Nicole Patton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raury Tullis
Raury Tullis
Producer
Mr. DJ
Mr. DJ
Producer

Lyrics

Said, "I love you" More than nothing else I love you But I can't love you If I don't love myself Oh Said I Honey, I do babe I do Said, "I love" Who you really wanna be with out there? Is it really him or me? Said, "I love, I love you girl" Baby, I do, honey, I do Oh, yeah Boys and girls, you all hear that? It's a heatwave Heatwave going on outside So I walk so high Heatwave, heatwave, heat Not all survived Said, "I love" We are being too cruel to mother nature Heatwave, heatwave So we must surrender I got zero limits in your premises, I promise I'ma take your whole division With an ECL so run it back like DJ, so you're not close to where the kid is I got zero limits in your presence, I promise I'ma take your whole division I ain't me, I ain't with it Follow me if you're with it I don't need an instrumental, I don't need a extra pen All I needed was my mental, I don't need no residential I don't need to wet no whistle, all I want is confidential I mean all I want is confidence I got a chick slobbin' it out of providence I don't belong, do belong where I've probably been And you don't get to be mad, be monogamist I mean the option is, cup the ball, stroke the shaft, lick the top of shit Kinda toxicate, Andy Milonakis, got a little nauseous And now I'm back, this isn't in Atlanta, call my Uber hop in the back I hope you understand, I'm just a man and I've been distracted You with another nigga now and the more you try to strap with the gat in all black As I mash on the gas, it's all bad, Micheal Jackson I'm mad and I'm sad 'bout to crash 'cause I had it World is so cold as I'm older I know when I'm folding my shoulders Heart of Alaska, your ass in the van kick his ass on the ave and I blasted I blast 'em, I blast 'em, give a fuck what you did want you back on your magnet Not mad that you stagnant, not mad bout the static, not mad you're an addict But you became the Devil's advent After all the time my ass spent I never thought twice, my cash spent Always came through when I knew you did not have rent Always kept a thick hoe back bent Peep game with the no glasses I graduated with no classes I got flow hit like Cassius A free soul with no masters (masters)
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