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On the couch, on the floor, on the bed Close the door, on the go, here we go I can't wait you baby On the couch, on the floor, on the bed Close the door, on the go, here we go I can't wait you baby Starts out with a pipe dream (pipe dream) White tee and the ice cream (ice cream) All day on the MySpace (uh huh) MJ tryna bite face I had to pay dues, had to make moves on fake Even got booed on stage, tryna put food on plate Drop a couple jewels on take, now we got views on Base (on Base) So much love, Trust fund and Kas'lam Bad chick in my address, she's showing up with that plus one (woo) Through depths and peaks, wolves dressed to cheat Better protect the key while I pen this acceptance speech Do you see what it took? Is it clearer? Who you see when you look in the mirror? All the dreams and fantasies that come together I'll be shining like a diamond that's forever Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now just a moment I've been waiting for my whole life Didn't believe it 'til I seen it with my own eyes I'ma need a black tux and a bow tie Double cup white chucks in the strobe light Niggas had bad luck when they wrote lies The numbers add up and they don't lie Showtime my bread butter on both sides Ticket to the champagne from the Morvite Now everybody come on Aw'bula boot (aw' bula boot) JC le Roux (aw'bona) That's all I think about sitting up in my room (sitting up in my room) Aw'kuze kuse (aw'kuze kuse) Aw gin and juice (aw' gin and juice) It's all coming back to me like déjà vu Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Think back to my old days (old days) All I wanted was a gold chain So stuck in my old ways Now we all household names What you know about sacrifice, flashing lights Rites of passage for bragging rights Bad romances, packs of Pampers and it's a time to be camera shy My one homie got a gun in the cupboard My other homie got a bun in the oven Baby mama getting big in the stomach Pop champagne or the Four Cousins I think it's time to be a man now I feel like moving to my grand's house Everybody lined up for a handout Really I just wanna make my old man proud Do you see what it took? Is it clearer? Who you see when you look in the mirror? All the dreams and fantasies that come together I'll be shining like a diamond that's forever Now congratulate me I'll congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me Now congratulate me
Writer(s): Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, Kgaugelo Choabi, Tabure Thabo Bogopa Jr., Tshegofatso Lehutso, Harrison Crump Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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