Clear my mind, you know I want it to come straight from the heart
You know, but I did write you this
Ode to
There is no question I'm attracted
Ms. Ali of the planet
I'll be honest I'm about to take advantage
But rather that than do like most and take yo ass for granted
I rose up out the concrete in you my heart is planted so though
I'll leave one day, lady please don't panic
There's some things I wanna do
It's my life and how I planned it
But it starts with you and ends with you no matter how I pan it
No such thing as too beautiful with you that's why they're always snapping candids of
Each every feature with their cameras
She don't need no handlers
Shit they can't even handle us and we just products of your teachings
Monday through friday meetings for the ends
Work hard as a mother f*cker then
Wild out for the weekend
Always up on the latest
They'll never catch you sleeping
Couldn't imagine us never speaking
The day some shit like that happens I'll go off of the deep end
Even tatted you, on my arm close to where my heart beats
Love your cold hard streets
Made me the man I am today
I don't regret it never could and never would
That's all you forget the fact that you never should
Yo yo yo yo
Woke up in Brooklyn just escaped and resurrected Biggie now Faith being extra picky
Please don't mind my state of the art waste
That's the taste of that extra whiskey I take to get hella tipsy
New Yorkers attitude
Showing my graditude your raising in magnitude
I got a 5th avenue aptitude for
The south tour Ferragamo and Air Max '94
Matured soulfully
I ain't tryna be 40 searching for Ms. 20/20
Visions of the 40/40 like I came with Hov and B
Or up in Greenhouse you would think a nigga growing tree
Prolly in WH getting whipped by every hoe I see
Blame it on your potency
Smoking Wu-Tang Forever watch these clever niggas hold they peace
Til death do a nigga dirt for that treasure
Lock my soul away forver you the only one that hold the key
Notionally I get lost on your rooftops and all your raw beauty
The city of Hell's Kitchen just called and I'm on duty
Lars Be - Ode to (feat. Joe Craze) Lyrics
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Clear my mind, you know I want it to come straight from the heart
You know, but I did write you this
Ode to
There is no question I'm attracted
Ms. Ali of the planet
I'll be honest I'm about to take advantage
But rather that than do like most and take yo ass for granted
I rose up out the concrete in you my heart is planted so though
I'll leave one day, lady please don't panic
There's some things I wanna do
It's my life and how I planned it
But it starts with you and ends with you no matter how I pan it
No such thing as too beautiful with you that's why they're always snapping candids of
Each every feature with their cameras
She don't need no handlers
Shit they can't even handle us and we just products of your teachings
Monday through friday meetings for the ends
Work hard as a mother f*cker then
Wild out for the weekend
Always up on the latest
They'll never catch you sleeping
Couldn't imagine us never speaking
The day some shit like that happens I'll go off of the deep end
Even tatted you, on my arm close to where my heart beats
Love your cold hard streets
Made me the man I am today
I don't regret it never could and never would
That's all you forget the fact that you never should
Yo yo yo yo
Woke up in Brooklyn just escaped and resurrected Biggie now Faith being extra picky
Please don't mind my state of the art waste
That's the taste of that extra whiskey I take to get hella tipsy
New Yorkers attitude
Showing my graditude your raising in magnitude
I got a 5th avenue aptitude for
The south tour Ferragamo and Air Max '94
Matured soulfully
I ain't tryna be 40 searching for Ms. 20/20
Visions of the 40/40 like I came with Hov and B
Or up in Greenhouse you would think a nigga growing tree
Prolly in WH getting whipped by every hoe I see
Blame it on your potency
Smoking Wu-Tang Forever watch these clever niggas hold they peace
Til death do a nigga dirt for that treasure
Lock my soul away forver you the only one that hold the key
Notionally I get lost on your rooftops and all your raw beauty
The city of Hell's Kitchen just called and I'm on duty
You know, but I did write you this
Ode to
There is no question I'm attracted
Ms. Ali of the planet
I'll be honest I'm about to take advantage
But rather that than do like most and take yo ass for granted
I rose up out the concrete in you my heart is planted so though
I'll leave one day, lady please don't panic
There's some things I wanna do
It's my life and how I planned it
But it starts with you and ends with you no matter how I pan it
No such thing as too beautiful with you that's why they're always snapping candids of
Each every feature with their cameras
She don't need no handlers
Shit they can't even handle us and we just products of your teachings
Monday through friday meetings for the ends
Work hard as a mother f*cker then
Wild out for the weekend
Always up on the latest
They'll never catch you sleeping
Couldn't imagine us never speaking
The day some shit like that happens I'll go off of the deep end
Even tatted you, on my arm close to where my heart beats
Love your cold hard streets
Made me the man I am today
I don't regret it never could and never would
That's all you forget the fact that you never should
Yo yo yo yo
Woke up in Brooklyn just escaped and resurrected Biggie now Faith being extra picky
Please don't mind my state of the art waste
That's the taste of that extra whiskey I take to get hella tipsy
New Yorkers attitude
Showing my graditude your raising in magnitude
I got a 5th avenue aptitude for
The south tour Ferragamo and Air Max '94
Matured soulfully
I ain't tryna be 40 searching for Ms. 20/20
Visions of the 40/40 like I came with Hov and B
Or up in Greenhouse you would think a nigga growing tree
Prolly in WH getting whipped by every hoe I see
Blame it on your potency
Smoking Wu-Tang Forever watch these clever niggas hold they peace
Til death do a nigga dirt for that treasure
Lock my soul away forver you the only one that hold the key
Notionally I get lost on your rooftops and all your raw beauty
The city of Hell's Kitchen just called and I'm on duty
Writer: Joseph Gray, Lawrence Bell
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