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girls iii adore - the sophomores lyrics

yea
to all the good queens, yea, with all them good jeans

chorus: veuveray
this to all the girls that i adore
if i loved you anymore i’d prolly start a war
you want a fresh man, but you love the soph0m-res
you want a fresh man, but you love the soph0m-res
this to all the girls that i adore
if i loved you anymore i’d prolly start a war
you love a fresh man, but you want the soph0m-res
you love a fresh man, but you want the soph0m-res

verse 1: veuveray
it’s brown in my cup, purple in my ‘gar
i’m still on the train or shotti in the car
on flights to other cities smellin’ like a champ does
women light the trees as well as the nag champa
euphoria to my nose, watch her pose in the mirror
pretty toes, read “seed for the soul”
french toast and bacon is all a homie needed
fresh denim over some j’s, mission completed
like water for chocolate, i needed you to grow
but you just like the finished product, not the process
my young boys will leave you shot up.. by the projects
i told them to get they guap up, forget the nonsense and breathe
..breathe for homies that can’t
stretch your arms for the lifers far from juvenile camps
women breathe like they’re pregnant off period cramps
if they miss their period they do twice
bring in a new life
be a mom, not that sl-t actin’ ratchet
kids don’t have tales how mom & dad happened no more
so for fist fights, broke jaws
better than them fo’ fours… won’t see them no more
can you smell the c0ke raw? it’s deep with a stench
i’m a prince, but machiavellian with attempts
behind tints can’t see me, know that i see you
i might hop out and kick it with women then breeze through
like

chorus:

verse 2: au jus
black queen, if i loved you more i would start a war
real n-ggas will concur, i don’t know how it occurred
was it your eye contact?
skin, plus your hurr.. that got me?
you must be kin to thomas edison the way you shocked me
got me meddlin’ like usain bolt, the finish line couldn’t stop me
from gettin’ where i need to be, no need to compete
this ain’t a dream, baby this is destiny, feel like my quest complete
d-mn girl, you gettin’ in depth with me
your momma must’ve taught you the recipe
cause now our souls’ coming close
we relating like we grew up on the same po’ch
let alone the same coast
who knew what relocation would provoke?
i met her in new york, i met her in miami
i met her in tallah-ssee, or was it poetry cl-ss actually
she smoked dope and bust raps wit me
she cook food and go to bat for me
our creative affairs.. exposed ancient fallacies
i swear you the sh-t
you the type to build pyramids with
you the type to take a pilgrimage with
you the type they built the prototype with
i just hope that when we’re apart that you remember this….
this, that

chorus:

cuz you just want…more
more… out of life
more…. out of yourself
more out of your reality, or maybe just more experience

- the sophomores lyrics

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