Lyrics:
Oh, captain, what are we hiding from?
You've been hiding from the start.
Did some lover steal your heart,
Or did the full moon make you mad?
the change
Oh I've lost my mind
I'm running out of time
Ain't even got a dime
To my goddamn name
Cities made of dreams
Streets littered with cheats
Who knew
gonna feel me
Either way my names is coming out your mouth
Like oh my I said I'm here for his glory not coupe
What’s coupe other than where bunch
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
What to expect from a
Dollar store plant
(Bum bum bum)
Oh my dear
The city turns red and green
But I’m stuck here
Blowing kisses and love at a screen
Who
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Wearing my emotions
Like they're Balmains
"I got you Jay for life"
That's what they all say
Grinding to the top
But we can all play
Passing out some
in the city
Titties popping left and right I see this shit like 3D
Peeping out the window see the towers oh so pretty
I been in the city where
cities cold
Cause we come up the Hardaway
We want all the smoke
You know what the fuck I do
Ask me what I do it for
I live for the trap
And I love
cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this is dedicated to the dark skin white girls
Whether
Afraid to speak up
And say what's on my mind
I kept running away from my problems
And now my feet are on the ground
And I found the answer
Oh, the truth I
Let me talk my shit (go head brother)
We run the city (what else)
We run state (what else)
We run the country (what else)
we run the world nigga
Where I'm from you don't make it out
And I can't think of no safer route
I'ma billionaire by the bank account
I been living fast, top speed, nothing
by the truckload recently
And I'm far from satisfied
Oh, yeah
My foot is on you niggas' necks
And you can feel it, haha
Let's dance, nigga
ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood, Scarface
like someone unlike you
Or someone that's familiar maybe
And I can tell that she wants a baby
And I can yell, "Girl, that shit crazy!"
Oh what
what I'm talking about
(oh no oh no oh shii !)
clways kept your head up
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy
hear he said or what she said
But it never ever phase me
A whole lotta niggas thing led, but they bleed red
Oh, that's another human being
She wanna be
listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh, it's what you do to me
Oh, it's what you do to me
Hey there, Delilah
I
Oh, want to be out of here by now
(What's-a-matter with you, young man
Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot
That town's gonna suck you up
blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Rollies that'll out-shine ya
You could take the ugliest broad in your city
Dress her up and make the ugly
Malone
I know a man, his name is Lang,
And he has a neon sign
And Mister Lang is very old,
So they call it Old Lang's Sign
Oh what have you done,
She was young and she was pretty
And she met him in the city
And somehow he fit right into her plan
She knew she'd hit it lucky
He owned half
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