I Say When - Temptress

When I say stop Stop on a dime Know sometime Just do what I say It must be my way Of a highway When I say go Don't miss a beat Be grooving your feet Hurry up and let's roll You won't ever ever never like me So I shouldn't have to beg and plea You know everything I do Makes you smile Makes you frown Makes you wild Come on now I'm not a child Sometimes I'm trailing on me And when I want Give me your love Give me your time What's good is all mine I want it all All of it now Give it to me Don't ask how When I say Light it Light it Light it When I say stop Stop on a dime Know sometime Just do what I say It must be my way Of a highway When I say go Don't miss a beat Be grooving your feet Hurry up and let's roll You won't ever ever never like me So I shouldn't have to beg and plea You know everything I do Makes you smile Makes you frown Makes you wild Come on now I'm not a child Sometimes I'm trailing on me When I want Give me your love Give me your time What's good is all mine I want it all All of it now Give it to me Don't ask how When I say

Yeah Somebody, um Somebody hit me today and they were like "Nah, just make sure, you know You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?" (June, you're a genius) I said, "I respect it, no problem" But I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, my hand's always open, for real Ayy Thirty-three years, I gave that to the game Thirty-three mil', I'll save that for the rain Five hundred weeks, I'll fill the charts with my pain Five hundred mil' and I'll fall back in the six Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist Michael Jackson shit, but the palace is not for kids Still women sayin' it's childish, the way we live Brought a few Ws to the six Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is Baby, Wayne and Tez responsible for this shit Half the time, I question my consciousness in this shit Other times, I question if compliments are legit Full-time, I'm out here confident as a bitch Tryna make good on the promises that I give Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit Register the business in my brother's name Thirty-five hunnid in her pocket, that should cover things Certified lover man, trappin' out the motherland Always move right so my watch is on the other hand She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan People wanna know what's in my pockets, they don't understand My assistant always findin' Percocet and rubber bands Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can I watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands I decide what to see next like it's on demand I decide what to be next like I'm switchin' plans I'ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman I will split heads and break necks for my little man Six God, prayin' hands like I'm a religious man But I'm just a sicker man, wicked man Look, we can argue back and forth, but who's the richer man? Isn't that what matters in this world that we livin' in? Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin' How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' in? How you plan to take a nigga's spot by just givin' in? How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again? How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again How you got a manager you met after you got the win? Bet you got some niggas that'll love you 'til the bitter end Bet you got somebody that's just smarter than your other friends Give 'em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then You just need to stay close to your People that was there when others could've been Than when others should've been Got a nigga starin' at the game like, "Damn, coach, put him in" But you never listen, so you niggas goin' wood again Got us in the crib talkin' 'bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin' me to put it in And it's not because all of the money that you wouldn't spend And it's not because I set it up to try and get revenge It's because you niggas insecure, you ain't made men It's because even though you hate on me, we stay friends It's because you niggas never learn when to say when Yeah For real Facts, you know what I'm sayin'? Hahaha, yeah

Go cry wolf on your bad luck. Went 7 years on broken mirrors wishing you were stuck. So go cry wolf. I try to sleep but I just lay awake with my eyes closed shut and I'll just pray that if I balance all my truth with all my lies... Where do the bad things go when you leave my head? Do they pile up like bones underneath my bed? I won't push you shut. I won't hurt all the ones I love. This won't let me sleep, no... this won't keep away bad dreams... when I'm not here. When I'm not here. Go cry wolf on your bad luck. Went 7 years on broken Mirrors wishing you were stuck. Cuz I'm the one to save you from the 13th floor... but I'm not here. So go cry wolf. This won't let me sleep, no... This won't keep away bad dreams... when I'm not here. When I'm not here. This won't let me sleep, no... This won't keep away bad dreams... when I'm not here. When I'm not here. Take all your wishes and throw them away. Lay out your candles so you know that I'll stay. Don't get too close. Cause I'll be a liar and miss you the most. I'm not here. I'm not here. Cause I'm not here. I'm not...

I speak fast and I'm not gonna repeat myself No So listen carefully to every word I say: "I'm the only one who's gonna get away with making excuses today You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have" Blackmailed myself Cause I ain't got anyone else "This is a stick up Give us all your inspirations" I've got the red carpet blues baby "So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes No We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you" When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse Now and again I think "His and her's" "For better or worse" But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes "You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have" I've got the red carpet blues baby "Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes" And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat "Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes" And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you