Oz Lyrics

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going

Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going

Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong

Don't stop, Baby baby

Don't stop, Baby baby

Don't stop, Baby baby

Don't stop, Baby baby

Okay I never had it still ain't got it, woah

But I'm never trippin, never wishin' other niggas into my position

Always hated dissin', Always hated fishin'

Here I am in the same boat, Tryna stay float

Brick by brick like lego, Click click click my way home

I been feeling different, shit been getting wicked

And my heart been missin', damn

Tin can in my right hand but my left hand Ken Griffey

I need you to bare with me

I went out to sea and I ain't bring the flare with me

But believe, I brought the snare with me

Can you see, life isn't fair really, but it got fares plenty

So no I can't share pennies, I'm collecting my change

Now I spend most of my days just writing

Recalling when niggas made minimal wage

Ironic that I was the one bringing dinner to niggas

For me to put food on my plate

A couple months later and I'm on a yacht in Miami

I'm posted with all of my mates

My label was asking for music

And I spent my summer just chilling and putting on weight

Heavy hitting bitches, niggas getting sicker

Then in a minute it hit me like 'wait!'

Ain't none of it worth it if momma still workin'

The devil be lurking around like a snake

But Cole said I'm born as a sinner

So somebody tell me the difference that all of it makes, nigga

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going

Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong

Don't stop give it to me baby, baby keep it going

Back and back and back again, even when you do me wrong

Look

I'm feeling better than ever

And every vendetta against me grow lesser and lesser with every letter

Forgive but I always remember, I'll never forget her

She taught me the people

That love you can hurt you it don't make it better, or worse

For better or worse, my word live forever in verse

I'm blessed with the curse of constantly being in search of feeling

I'm needed and wanted and nurtured

Love and the lust need to merger, gotta stop praying for dollars in worship

Under my commas be cursive, all of my problems commercial

All of my knowledge is verbal

Life is a bitch and you ain't on her list but she'll pick up the pen if you hurt her

Niggas be driving around with they learner's, under they

Swishas on top of they burners

Foot on the pedal inside of the

Virgil's they bought with the money they needed for Gerber's

Plotting on parking the whip by the

Church's to hop out on somebody making a purchase

Man, if he took some time to rehearse it

Then maybe he wouldn't be looking so nervous

Maybe his momma stop crying at service

The trauma Madonna it Open

Your Heart like a surgeon, this ain't a song it's a sermon

I'm not the Uno I'm certain

Plotted on drawing your deuce, but the card up my sleeve gon' reverse it

Niggas is begging for mercy, here I am fighting off devilish urges

Remember that I had your life in my hands

And I gave you a chance but you didn't deserve it, bitch