Lyrics:
You're like the bright blue sky
Open up the heavens, let me see your starts tonight
You make me go the distance
You make me wanna spread my wings, you know
a bag then get it back by tomorrow.
I'm loving all the things you do my boo got the juice.
Tell valet get the coupe the one that's missing the roof.
I
then get it back by tomorrow. I’m loving all the things you do my boo got the juice. Tell valet get the coupe the one that’s missing the roof. I know I
When you can clearly recall that moment
Life ripped out your gut
When your tire tracks keep bringing you back
To that same ole rut
When family
By flying planes across the sea
Embarking on your odyssey
You put away the danger
Heaven bless the one who flies
A pioneer on frontier skies
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
don't be fucking with Anivia
Scrambled by this egg, getting graphic like NVIDIA
Yeah I'll freeze you in your tracks
Put the wings up when I blast em
Leave
the tranny talk for his self
I'ma go bring him out
Goodz acts like he's grabbing someone from
The back of the stage
If I woulda brought that tranny out
You
From fever that comes from knowledge
And photographed by the above
Can I get the picture signed
One more time
And get back what's mine
I've left my parts
let me down
No you don't no you don't eh
You lift me up every time
You never let me down
No you don't no you don't eh eh
I soar on eagle's wings
No you
on the left, it on the
Right and primping
Adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
Folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what
Do you
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
motherfuckers (now let's go)
My Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madina, always beamin'
Rag top, chrome pipes (bring it back now)
Blue lights, outta sight (now
your ways or don't come by we
Change your way or don't come by me
Though it may hurt, yeah me still want learn
Give a fuck again
Try fi bring back love
can't involve them
So I'm turning up the heat, so they can all smell defeat
I won by that aspect, but look at the prospect, everything you touch, turned
on and bring me my umbrella (Huh)
Bitch, excuse me, who the fuck are you?
I’m tellin' South Central, this is how we do
Back that ass up for me, why you being
motherfuckers (now let's go)
My Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Blue Madina, always beamin'
Rag top, chrome pipes (bring it back now)
Blue lights, outta sight (now
approved or compliant
Cos of the political risk that was coursed by the colonizers
We collided with in conclusive assignments
We are such a destination for
you go
My mom she told me black is beautiful
Here with the chosen few
We do it different at funerals
Puffin your moody blues
Onyx and black pearls
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,
yeaaaaaaaah
I'm gonna bring young G in on this mic
His name is Yungstar
You know that he's rollin tight
I'm gonna bring him in and I'm comin down
I'm comin
it though it's free
Bring me back those lovely pieces
Cuddles, trips and all kisses
Little moments left behind
If I could so, I'd go blind
All in
city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's
sirens roar in the back
Shits ridiculous
How I go from the guy that you bicker with
To flying high in the sky like Icarus
Tarantino nor Spielberg could
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