is the milk of my desire I live for her you know I do When I'm away I suffer too But at least she makes me feel I'm alive And I just can't live without
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never coming
'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets running red with the blues So the Violins play And my friends always say I?m a fool I?m A Fool
that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins
And violins would play Here Comes The Bride But here comes goodbye Here comes the last time Here comes the start of every sleepless night The first of every tear I'm
I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own Would I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm
comin' up to me and askin' "Dolly, what's your secret? With all you do, your attitude Just seems to be so good How do you keep it?" Well, I'm not the
' on me probably in a coffin I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles M-mothers, Tyga'
it on a screaming Grab your wine, tell me where you been With the violin crime and the moon gettin' thin Grab your wine, take me where you been With the violin
room You make love to everything you touch It's a natural reaction, it's a sexual attraction You play me like I am made of strings I'm the violin, a
drank up, anything that'll bang on tha roller, gotta chose what i listen to, cuz it ain't that much that i'm feelin, oh everybody talkin violins take
But I'm thinkin' not There's another, he forced tellin' me do what I gotta do So my otha potnah *** die tonight And I'm always runnin' from the boys
a cauffin I'm hotter than the end of fuckin august I'm awesome Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers Tygas no dad but I'm tha ma fucka Ma
I-I'm good at wasting time, I think lyrics need to rhyme, And you're not asking, But I'm trying grow a mustache. I eat cheese, But only on pizza, please
in Michigan Well I could be your friend White clouds I'm in a mitten full of fisherman C'mon Huckleberry Finn Show me how to make her grin Well I'm
ask me where I'm going 'Cause I don't know No, I don't know anymore It used to feel like heaven It used to feel like May I used to hear those violins
I'm in Maybe it's the cocktail that I'm sippin' That helps to put me in this frame of mind Maybe it's because of you, I'm slippin' Tonight, I'm so romantically
you beside me Now who's to guide me Because I'm lost at sea Without your love I'm like a plane without wings A violin with no strings Without your love