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Hue - Far As We Go



I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go

I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go

See my city skyline and that shit look like heaven to me
I can give you all I got but baby that ain’t everything
This love shit coming at a price and you paying for every fee
And you like to just talk, I don’t care bout no words
I’m the rapper that shit don’t mean nothing to me
You think ima love you, baby I won’t
You think I need somethin’ from you, I don’t
I said it was mine, but I was just drunk
You say that you want me, baby, I know
I said what we were, and I ain’t lie once
So if you gone, baby that’s yo fault
Need that fix, I’m the one you call
But I ain’t mending no broken heart
Cause I’m just a pit stop, I’m just a morphine shot
I’m your interlude, I’m just a good guy
I’m that lil’ nigga from the north side
Of this Pistol City where my heart lies
And I know – you need escape from this world
But this night with you’s as far as we go
I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go

I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go

I form, this art, I give it my all, I give it my love
You want the same, but take from my heart, and take from my soul
I look in yo eyes and I see that you ain’t met a nigga like me
You say that you pray for an angel and you think a nigga might be
You’d love to see where we gone lead, and I promise we never gone see
But it don’t matter where I go, you still my #1 freak
You’d tour this world, explore these roads, ya still come back to a G
And I’ll be there to wear it out, that shit fits perfect for me
I be gone in the meantime, hey Ima slide come’n see ya
When I’m back down in P-Town
You’ll be the one Im gonna dial
You say the stars gone tell it all, I won’t deny that it’s true
But you should hang up this telephone, let this thang talk to you
I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go

I drink, she smoke
I sell rap, she sell dope
Where’s she from? I don’t know
But that’s as far as we go
In New York, I’m the man
When I’m home, you be my sex machine
Take that stress off me girl
But that’s as far as we go