TQ Lyrics
TQ Lyrics
"I Get Around Lyrics"
Introduction Lyrics
The slightest breeze will spread disease You breathe it in, it takes you to your knees Can't keep your feet on the ground anymore Don't know what's up or down anymore Don't lie to me - you're suffering
Written by T. Quaites, B. Evans & T. Anderson
Last week in Atlanta
I met her at the FreakNik
In a black truck
with a short haircut
& a gang of her homies
And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men
So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning
She used to scream "TQ I'll do anything that you want me to
Just come stay with me."
Girl that's somethin' that I can't do
Don't take it personal
Let me explain to you
(Chorus)
As for me
I just wanna fuck around tonight
But then I gotta leave
Have to be the only one to work your body right
Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me)
Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys)
Can't you see
I ain't settlin' down
No I ain't settlin' down
Cuz I get around
Why you
Was you thinkin' different?
Ain't got no problem with firin' up the candlelight
But you gon' have to finish 'em
Cuz I ain't got time for Valentine presents
I make sure I'm always outta town that day
And if I don't return your message
Don't go gettin' mad, I'll get around to it one day
(Chorus)
It ain't no need to tell you no lies
I don't want no new girlfriends
No no no
Everyt
Do a whole lot better without
Somebody sweatin' me
I can't take this sweatin' G
You know you can come to my room
whenever I'm in town
(Ooh yeah)
Don't give a fuck about
anything you do
when I ain't around
I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I'm about
Cuz I'll be back next Sunday
(I'll be back Sunday)
and I'm gon' wanna dig you out
(Chorus)
The slightest breeze will spread disease You breathe it in, it takes you to your knees Can't keep your feet on the ground anymore Don't know what's up or down anymore Don't lie to me - you're suffering
Written by T. Quaites, B. Evans & T. Anderson
Last week in Atlanta
I met her at the FreakNik
In a black truck
with a short haircut
& a gang of her homies
And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men
So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning
She used to scream "TQ I'll do anything that you want me to
Just come stay with me."
Girl that's somethin' that I can't do
Tormented Lyrics
[1st Verse] One for the devil, two for my God Father please forgive me while I rock this broad Tormented I've been lovin' coochie since it was Invented Ask me does it get me yes it does Feels love
It ain't nothin' wrong with you [1st Verse] One for the devil, two for my God Father please forgive me while I rock this broad Tormented I've been lovin' coochie since it was Invented Ask me does it get me yes it does Feels love
Don't take it personal
Let me explain to you
(Chorus)
As for me
I just wanna fuck around tonight
But then I gotta leave
Have to be the only one to work your body right
Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me)
Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys)
Can't you see
I ain't settlin' down
No I ain't settlin' down
Cuz I get around
Why you
Is That A Terrible Thing To Say? Lyrics
talking me away from a half-hearted argument sunday with the time i kill today i could have gone out and been seen for hours please don't foget me like i'd forget me if i were you i'm looking at me today and hoping
lookin' so surprised? talking me away from a half-hearted argument sunday with the time i kill today i could have gone out and been seen for hours please don't foget me like i'd forget me if i were you i'm looking at me today and hoping
Was you thinkin' different?
Ain't got no problem with firin' up the candlelight
But you gon' have to finish 'em
Cuz I ain't got time for Valentine presents
I make sure I'm always outta town that day
And if I don't return your message
Don't go gettin' mad, I'll get around to it one day
(Chorus)
It ain't no need to tell you no lies
I don't want no new girlfriends
No no no
Everyt
I Think It's Gonna Work Out Fine Lyrics
duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney © 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI) Darling, been to see the preacher man Darling darling, started making w
ime I think about duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney © 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI) Darling, been to see the preacher man Darling darling, started making w
Do a whole lot better without
Somebody sweatin' me
I can't take this sweatin' G
You know you can come to my room
whenever I'm in town
(Ooh yeah)
Don't give a fuck about
anything you do
when I ain't around
I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I'm about
Cuz I'll be back next Sunday
(I'll be back Sunday)
and I'm gon' wanna dig you out
(Chorus)