Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recovery , by - Stann Smith. Release date: 09.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Recovery |
| Yo, yo, yo, wuddup boy? |
| Haa! |
| I’m glad to see you over here baby |
| Yeah, you know they couldn’t hold you there for long |
| Yo don' worry man you said you out |
| Just get your shirt, get your book-bag, and get your stuff together |
| And I’ma be there baby |
| Don' worry about it, huh |
| I’m on my way to pick you up |
| No Sitting Duck stuff |
| Chicks hittin' me up |
| They tryna find out the Hideout |
| They wanna see what’s up |
| But I’ma drop you by ya fam' |
| You’ll catch him by surprise when you open the door, oh man |
| And we can have a party with some shorties |
| No Bacardis or no 40s cause the halfway house’ll call me |
| It’s important that you stay away from pouring alcohol |
| Inside your cup |
| And you know I care too much |
| To see you stuck |
| And you my Brother |
| Not Blood but know you one of |
| My Closest |
| Couldn’t bear to see you under covers |
| In comas so you know I’m gonna show you tough love |
| I rather see you tougher then six feet under |
| Here’s my number whenever you can’t slumber hit me up we could discuss anything |
| that you wanna |
| I wanna let you know that I love ya |
| And I’m glad to see you on the other side |
| I catch you next time |
| This one’s for my mans outside of a jam |
| You’ll overcome this and recover cause united we stand |
| And that’s word to the mother when ya out |
| We gon' kick it like a ticket — run the town |
| This one for my mans outside of a jam |
| You’ll overcome this and recover cause united we stand |
| And that’s word to the mother when ya out |
| We gon' kick it like a ticket — rollin' round |
| Caught Up with him later on |
| Took em to the spot chicks was waiting on |
| Us ready to get their temptation on |
| Routine stop for Magnums |
| She bout to get blasted why she asking — stupid questions |
| You could tell that its telepathic |
| Friction we inflict charismatic |
| Handle my business |
| No candle or incense when I’m finish she fishing for passion |
| Glad to see my homie back |
| Tapping chicks after we expel gel we Netflixing with Potato chips |
| She tell me buy some liquor |
| She subside after the eye I give her |
| She ask why I tell her mind her business |
| How I figure his shot feelings need penicillin |
| Re ensure him things is normal |
| Though its awkward and different |
| Kick them chickens out the Crib |
| For Dissing My Nig' |
| No Disrespect her head too big I had to check her |
| Thinking she salt n pepper |
| Just an ordinary heffer |
| Don’t worry cause things gon' be better |
| Aight! |