The-Dream - Com'On lyrics

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The-Dream - Com'On lyrics

Me and you used to be close You used hang out round my way And now a n***a feel like sh** Every time the DJ start doing his thing His thing thing thing His thing Doing his thing DJ… Does anybody love anymore? The sad lyrics are driving me crazy I’m sittin up in here all alone You see, yesterday I lost my baby Top phones on my radio This record seems to be their favorite Top painted 80’s on Another f**in break up song I’ll be sippin on this deuce til the break of dawn Screamin DJ, don’t you play that song I know you just tryna get yo playlist on And have me rollin in my tears til the break of dawn I be sippin on this bottle baby all night long Dreamin DJ, don’t you play that song I know you just tryna get yo playlist on Deuce got me rollin in my tears all night long Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on I know it’s comin Oh, I can fill these empty bottles with my tears Lookin in this mirror with a broken heart That’s bad luck for 7 years And after begging for your love You rip right through my heart, through my heart After begging for your love Baby, don’t know who you are Yea yea I’ll be sippin on this deuce til the break of dawn Screamin DJ, don’t you play that song I know you just tryna get yo playlist on And have me rollin in my tears til the break of dawn I be sippin on this bottle baby all night long Dreamin DJ, don’t you play that song I know you just tryna get yo playlist on Deuce got me rollin in my tears all night long Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on I know it’s comin Me and you used to be close You used hang out round my way And now a n***a feel like sh** Every time the DJ start doing his thing And I’m sick on my stomach Cause I know it’s comin k**in me softly with that song song song Go on and get it over, so I can get over it Finally think you’re over it but then here it goes again I’ll be sippin on this deuce til the break of dawn (all night long) Screamin DJ, don’t you play that song (don’t you play that song) I know you just tryna get yo playlist on And have me rollin in my tears til the break of dawn I be sippin on this bottle baby all night long (sippin on this bottle) Dreamin DJ, don’t you play that song I know you just tryna get yo playlist on Deuce got me rollin in my tears all night long Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on Com’on, Com’on, Com’on, Com’on I know it’s comin DJ start callin out the countdown Number 8, take it easy on my heart now You know number 7 ain’t number 6 Come on partner get it over with It ain’t number 5, it ain’t number 4 Got my heart out here in the cold If it ain’t number 3 must be number 2 ‘Cause if it’s number 1, I’m done