Lyrics:
fully until
You're actually in that position yourself
(Until you're actually in
That position yourself)
You can always learn better by
Doing it
Wanna put down roots
Went from a hundred miles an hour, girl
To stop me in my boots
By the way you got me trippin'
I'd say I got it bad
Sideways
me
when the skies were blue
and it was you
who stood by my side
It was you
Since the day
you came in my life
I knew then
that you'd be someone by my
albums and I think you are the best"
He started to cry and I started to laugh
I gave him a hug and he gave me his autograph
Reeling in my disbelief, I
I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me
a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly
[Verse 3]
He got a DVD flow
They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show
The voice of the jails, voice
slang yo' thang you makin cahnge with it
For a lil cash, for a lil ass, for a lil dis for a lil dat
In that case let me check dis let me get that I'm
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
Yeah, yeah, yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm
like we in Blue's Clue's
And i ain't cap once, that's cuz OB gon keep it too true
On the west coast bitch yeah the west coast
That's the best coast bitch
FUNK, Blues, and Green
FUNK, Blues, and Green
FUNK, Blues, and Green
I wake up, outta bed
Thoughts of defeat, in my head
No time for breakfast, no
time
Said i don’t fall in love Okay maybe ill try
Said no body else home told me I should come by
Now im back on the road doing 80 in miles
And you
for free
But rarely for ya soul be
Keep the microphone revolving like me looking for a job
Interviewed by a fraud they just think I'm a slob
Giving me
He just tryna make it home
In a world where they judge
You by yo tone
Fuck you, pay me
Thats the type of shit he on
He got high tolerance for weed
gettin' faded but no barbershop fo' me
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten
you hard cause you in the club nigga the vets ass
All flint hoes the same just pick the best trash
I treat the rap game serious like its gym class
I got
She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to, throw in the towel or if he
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like DVD's
Niggas smokin' CBD
Claimin' he want beef for me
Shawty got no motion in his ocean
Can't even push a P
Pussy, you do what I let
I could really
and come see
Rockout wit dat 9 on me by the tree
Know I got it on me, keep ts in my jeans
Im trynna take it up a notch, im doing some shit that u never seen
sweet nostalgia
Hey, I swear that it's all working out
Wait, I thought that I'd be happy by now
Bury me in DVD's that push all the pain down
Down, down,
up to break me down.
[Chorus]
Hey, look over yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Midnight Blue!
Take you out
See the midnight blue
Take your time
It's just me and you
You thought I'm leaving
Baby I came through
You feeling washed
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