I.B.'s Lyrics
| Song | I.B.'s |
| Artist | MF Grimm |
| Album | Downfall of Ibliys: a ghetto opera |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carey | |
| I gotta get outta here | |
| I gotta get the fuck outta here | |
| Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah | |
| "I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen | |
| Jail, no bail, so I don't know when | |
| We'll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell | |
| And I think about you | |
| My freedom the things I want to do | |
| I workout, wait for you to come home | |
| Hold it down sly time on the phone | |
| "Hello", "What's up" | |
| So much you want to say | |
| I listen to you as you talk about your day | |
| I thank the lord that you picked me as your man | |
| But if you can't stick by, I understand | |
| Do your thing, you've got one life to live | |
| Pure love is all that you give | |
| I'm Stressed out today, fucked up in the head | |
| Thinking about what I.B. said | |
| "I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| (chorus) | |
| Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news | |
| Fucked up because I'm thinkin about you | |
| Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya | |
| Will I see you again | |
| Are you loyal are you with other men | |
| Life's hard, yea the things we go through | |
| Together hold it down love, and I'll hold you (hold you) | |
| I miss you so much | |
| Back to lockdown I'll call you after lunch | |
| I'd prefer a visit so you I could touch | |
| Kiss you softly, make me feel free | |
| Smell your perfume, hear you love me | |
| Obviously I picked a winner | |
| Mafia love from birth been a sinner | |
| Burn eterna -ly 'time for dinner', | |
| Times up love, call you after dinner | |
| "Back to lockdown" | |
| Dreams of picnics in the park | |
| Lights out now I'm writing in the dark | |
| I'm stressed out tonight fucked up in the head | |
| Thinkin about what this D said | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo qu : Carey | |
| I gotta get outta here | |
| I gotta get the fuck outta here | |
| Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah | |
| " I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen | |
| Jail, no bail, so I don' t know when | |
| We' ll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell | |
| And I think about you | |
| My freedom the things I want to do | |
| I workout, wait for you to come home | |
| Hold it down sly time on the phone | |
| " Hello", " What' s up" | |
| So much you want to say | |
| I listen to you as you talk about your day | |
| I thank the lord that you picked me as your man | |
| But if you can' t stick by, I understand | |
| Do your thing, you' ve got one life to live | |
| Pure love is all that you give | |
| I' m Stressed out today, fucked up in the head | |
| Thinking about what I. B. said | |
| " I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| chorus | |
| Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news | |
| Fucked up because I' m thinkin about you | |
| Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya | |
| Will I see you again | |
| Are you loyal are you with other men | |
| Life' s hard, yea the things we go through | |
| Together hold it down love, and I' ll hold you hold you | |
| I miss you so much | |
| Back to lockdown I' ll call you after lunch | |
| I' d prefer a visit so you I could touch | |
| Kiss you softly, make me feel free | |
| Smell your perfume, hear you love me | |
| Obviously I picked a winner | |
| Mafia love from birth been a sinner | |
| Burn eterna ly ' time for dinner', | |
| Times up love, call you after dinner | |
| " Back to lockdown" | |
| Dreams of picnics in the park | |
| Lights out now I' m writing in the dark | |
| I' m stressed out tonight fucked up in the head | |
| Thinkin about what this D said | |
| chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Carey | |
| I gotta get outta here | |
| I gotta get the fuck outta here | |
| Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah | |
| " I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen | |
| Jail, no bail, so I don' t know when | |
| We' ll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell | |
| And I think about you | |
| My freedom the things I want to do | |
| I workout, wait for you to come home | |
| Hold it down sly time on the phone | |
| " Hello", " What' s up" | |
| So much you want to say | |
| I listen to you as you talk about your day | |
| I thank the lord that you picked me as your man | |
| But if you can' t stick by, I understand | |
| Do your thing, you' ve got one life to live | |
| Pure love is all that you give | |
| I' m Stressed out today, fucked up in the head | |
| Thinking about what I. B. said | |
| " I stole your girl while you was in prison" | |
| chorus | |
| Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news | |
| Fucked up because I' m thinkin about you | |
| Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya | |
| Will I see you again | |
| Are you loyal are you with other men | |
| Life' s hard, yea the things we go through | |
| Together hold it down love, and I' ll hold you hold you | |
| I miss you so much | |
| Back to lockdown I' ll call you after lunch | |
| I' d prefer a visit so you I could touch | |
| Kiss you softly, make me feel free | |
| Smell your perfume, hear you love me | |
| Obviously I picked a winner | |
| Mafia love from birth been a sinner | |
| Burn eterna ly ' time for dinner', | |
| Times up love, call you after dinner | |
| " Back to lockdown" | |
| Dreams of picnics in the park | |
| Lights out now I' m writing in the dark | |
| I' m stressed out tonight fucked up in the head | |
| Thinkin about what this D said | |
| chorus |
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