Lyrics:
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
hit on shit
They'll set you up for the loot shit, man
Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit
Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane
West coast
West coast
Throw your middle finger like you don't give a what
Cross it with a ring finger
Spread your thumb
And raise it up
West Coast
a crimson blue
As the world turns for me and you
By the light of the moon glowing
While the warm summer wind blows
'Cross the sill of your window
We'll
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
them guns blam, bow
Too turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
That KO make your body rock
Won't stop
the time we were dressed
But when you'd smoked your cigarette
And talked of some people that we'd me
I found myself asking was it set,
did you have
(Summer summer summer soul)
My soul (Summer summer summer soul)
There's blood on the beach
So I lay down like your prize
Please hold me when the sun sets
Put your hands to the ceiling
Throw the money on the floor
Finger on the banger, finger on the banger
Finger on the banger
I keep my finger
goes through your mind
I don't trust you not to cross that line
So what gives you the right
To cloak the world in night
And set a burning wreath upon
(vet)
'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet (set)
No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet
Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check (do
Lord will you please forgive me
Please forgive me for the wrong that I've done
You're telling me that You love me
And You showed by sending me your
they say that a girl can dream
Of all the joy that a boy can bring
Moonlight, cigarettes, card machines
Spending your money on girls and weed
Cross
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
before i really saw the light
Thank God bout to do this thang right
Thank God I made it cross state lines
Same nigga made Summer in The city
Seasons change
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Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
Parts my fingers' crossed
Ch'yeah, ch'yeah
Hey, hey, hey
YMF, nigga
Hey!, man!
It's only cause I care about you
Wipe those tears from your
Time passes by
Goes so fast then you die
It's enough just to be with you
You set your sights high
No regrets no goodbye
Just a face in your mind for
down by a Kmart cart
With a black eye and a shadow 'cross her heart (cross her heart)
She'd been waitin' around for a better god
But most nights, he
push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my
on girls and weed
Cross your fingers, tell me it's forever
Could we make it into September
Leave me on the porch, take back your sweater
I'll be so cold
We were strangers in the dark and then we fell into place
The streetlights watching over, cast a shadow ‘cross on your face
I only see you sometimes
heart
And if by chance you're not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone
I gotta cross my fingers and pray you'll know
To dial my heart
could set it up
Summertime, I'm about whatever, bruh, and
I'mma need a handicap sticker cause my whip is dumb
Ten summers, ten summers
I been
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