A. Wal Da Producer - The Root

Fuck with me
Feel like old times
Lucky me, she like how my gold shine
Luxury, expensive antiques
Cut the ceiling, let in the sunshine
Fuckery, ain't got no time
Don't want company, 'less it's you and I
I gotta get to you feel like do or die
Hate to see you blue though that's my favorite kind
All that I do to you, you stick by my side
How the fuck I blew it each and every time
How the fuck I prove it each and every time
How the fuck we do it each and every time
Every time I'm assuming you'll be be back for the ride
How can I resume when we ain't eye to eye
I get down as soon as me and you despise
Truthfully might need you more than you need I
Fuck with me
Feel like old times
Lucky me, she like how my gold shine
Luxury, expensive antiques
Cut the ceiling, let in the sunshine
Fuckery, ain't got no time
Don't want company, 'less it's you and I
I gotta get to you feel like do or die
Hate to see you blue though that's my favorite kind
Hate to see you go I damn near lose my mind
Love to see you grow, that shit make me smile
It's like we never parted, you come back around
Look at what we started, look at what we found
You do all my talking I don't make a sound
You the reason niggas talking, reason why they frown
I been seeing you more often that shit keep my sound
I can't take you in the coffin, but you keep me grounded
Fuck with me
Feel like old times
Lucky me, she like how my gold shine
Luxury, expensive antiques
Cut the ceiling, let in the sunshine
Fuckery, ain't got no time
Don't want company, 'less it's you and I
I gotta get to you feel like do or die
Hate to see you blue though that's my favorite kind
Fuck with me
Feel like old times
Lucky me, she like how my gold shine
Luxury, expensive antiques
Cut the ceiling, let in the sunshine
Fuckery, ain't got no time
Don't want company, 'less it's you and I
I gotta get to you feel like do or die
Hate to see you blue though that's my favorite kind

Written by:
Antonio Walker

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