Ruth B. – Sycamore Tree Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I don’t trust a lot, but I think I trust you
I keep to myself, but I’m crazy as well
And I know I don’t know a lot about you
And you know you don’t know a lot about me
But, I’ll give you my time if you give me your mind

You feel so brand new, like I’ve never felt this before
I thought I found love, but I’m always left wanting more
And I know it’s not easy opening up
But when I’m with you I can’t enough
So, I’ll give you my mind if you give me your time

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me ’bout your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out we talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree

[Verse 2]
Come explore my thoughts, that I don’t let most people see
Then I’ll dive into your heart, to find out what makes it beat
Just a little faster when you’re alone
Tell me ’bout the things that make you feel
So, good in your soul then I’ll give you my own

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me about your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out, we can talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree

[Bridge]
You want to go to Paris, I want to go to space
You like the way I kiss you, I see it on your face
You know my favorite color, I know you don’t have one
Time stops when we’re together

[Chorus]
So can we skip the small talk and go straight to our dreams?
Tell me about your family and all your greatest fears
I want your ideas on how you plan to save the world
So meet me when the sun’s out, we can talk all about you and me
Take a right on Front Street, I’ll be underneath the sycamore tree

Chief Keef – Never Had A Job (feat. Fredo Santana) (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Spent a real big sack and it’s still on the receipt in the register
I just stepped out Balenciagas eleven duh
Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her
Shit we just committed I ain’t telling her
Jury say I’m guilty, tryna stick me in the box
Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top
My young niggas fighting for their life, I gotta break them out
Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out
Slide down, we ain’t dining in, we got to take them out
Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, got to make it out
I’m addicted to money and fancy cars
You ain’t Glory Boy you ain’t Savage Squad
You know you can’t be out after dark
Let the tech and mac off, that’s a damn menage
My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
Went through her phone all I see is my collage
I’m 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
They be hating on me trying to sabotage

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Sneak dissing on the net I put money on your head
Damn, the next day they found your ass dead
All face shots man we don’t shoot at legs
Middle finger to the opps, Middle finger to the feds
I let them play with big guns like them ARs
You ain’t Glory Boy, you ain’t Savage Squad
You ain’t from the streets, you ain’t with the mob
Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged
Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard
With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards
Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge
And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don’t get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon’ take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don’t get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I’m in the mall don’t leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job