Lyrics:
dust in my eyeballs
I've got four missed phone calls
Ditching Ms. Rosenthal
Let's roam through these dorm halls
I hear of this weekly
This group
Chorus x2
Lay low in the cut with the dealers
Fendi got the drop I'm da cleanest
Diamonds on my jewellery there dancing
And we serve them balls no
it's a pretty day out
Sun is shining on us while we in the beamer downtown
On the highway rolling through the city, sun going down
Subwoofer basting
Sundays was better than other days
Mondays through Saturdays
Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow
Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville
in my eyes
It was a total eclipse of the sun
Total eclipse of the sun
On that hot summer day she blew me away
In a total eclipse of the sun
I went
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
Any day at the beach, it's the best day yet
Let's go to the beach (Let's go to the beach)
Let's play in the sun (Let's play in the sun)
Feel the sand
it's bringin'
Like the breeze,
the sun, the waves
My own rhythm
that I'm a slave to
It comes to me
One, two, three
ln the streets and in the mix
Four,
Across cold water lies the sun
For now the journey has begun
The soldiers marching one by one
With golden light and silver drums
For the battle
night is a Saturday night
And everything's right with the summer comin'
I'm the first one standin' in line
For my day in the sun I've been workin'
a good feelin' when they know you one in a million
The feds bury half of my niggas under the buildin'
Don't judge my life now, nigga, 'cause I been mad
O' Ms. Cowgirl, you'll be a stranger to Texas' pouring rain
While missing the Californian sun
What awaits is a new chapter of life
Full
like TV
And she would do anything for everything
Regular girl, celebrity dreams
She is (90210)
Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go
Part-time waitress
think
Murmured the soft pink
Petals of the magnolia
Baking in the summer sun
Its death by 1,000 cuts
Roadrashed and razor burned
Pruned and weeping
Plums
tonight
Another crazy day, another new demon to fight
I'm talking crazy, but that's just how a nigga feeling lately
Cuz I been looking in the mirror
Feeling
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
Shirts by Jerry Lorenzo
We burnin’ herb in a rental
Can it be so simple
Gold chains like Ghostface
Goyard hold more cake
Go hard for the whole day
When it
stalking me
(Ay ay aye)
Aye trophy yea I got the number one
Number two I'm chillin in the sun
Number three yea I'm feeling like the one
Number four yea I'm
Day by day,I’m see sun day by day
My eyes are never tired
Pure land is in the sky
Day by day,I’m see sun day by day
My eyes are never tired
Endless
the sun rise
Day by day, I feel alive
Day by day, I see the signs
Day by day, I watch the sun rise
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
Day by day
Yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa
hating, tell them bitches to pipe down
She might not be Ms. right but I know she ms. right now
Summer days just sitting around with somebody who down
Ain’t
gunshots
Then get the message that her son down, yeah
You only gonna see your son on Sundays
From the windows of Sun City, ain't no sunny days
But we living
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