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Yours Truly Video (MV)




Performed By: InspiredByTerrence
Length: 2:23
Written by: Terrence Hutcherson




InspiredByTerrence - Yours Truly Lyrics




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Look, I ain't gotta alot of bands
I just wanna be your man
Sending flowers to your job
I just wanna be your friend
Cook a little dinner date
Put some veggies on your plate
Send a Uber to your crib
Promise its not coming late
Now I don't know who you believe in but baby girl i believe in us
We can get through anything if we have trust
So you ain't gotta tell your friends because you know they gone f*ck it up
Yeah they gone f*ck it up
F*ck it up
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They gone f*ck it up
They gone f*ck it up
Nah they can't f*ck this up
Had to Uber in the truck
Just to get some food in the house man I'm feeling stuffed
I will read yo son a book and rock him down to sleep
When you feeling tired you know I'm gone rub yo feet
When you feeling weak you know I'm a give you a massage
If you feeling like a freak then we can call it a ménage
We got two cars in the garage, but I wanna catch a plane
When we come up baby you nothing else will be the same
F*ck it up
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We gone f*ck it up
We gone f*ck it up
I ain't gotta alot of bands
I just wanna be your man
Sending flowers to your job
I just wanna be your friend
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
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Wanna be your friend
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F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
Look, I ain't gotta alot of bands
I just wanna be your man
Sending flowers to your job
I just wanna be your friend
Cook a little dinner date
Put some veggies on your plate
Send a Uber to your crib
Promise its not coming late
Now I don't know who you believe in but baby girl i believe in us
We can get through anything if we have trust
So you ain't gotta tell your friends because you know they gone f*ck it up
Yeah they gone f*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
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F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
They gone f*ck it up
They gone f*ck it up
Nah they can't f*ck this up
Had to Uber in the truck
Just to get some food in the house man I'm feeling stuffed
I will read yo son a book and rock him down to sleep
When you feeling tired you know I'm gone rub yo feet
When you feeling weak you know I'm a give you a massage
If you feeling like a freak then we can call it a ménage
We got two cars in the garage, but I wanna catch a plane
When we come up baby you nothing else will be the same
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
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F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
We gone f*ck it up
We gone f*ck it up
I ain't gotta alot of bands
I just wanna be your man
Sending flowers to your job
I just wanna be your friend
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
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F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
F*ck it up
Wanna be your friend
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Writer: Terrence Hutcherson
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