Lyrics:
and the stars so bright mmm
Feeling so high, eyes to the sky like it's Fourth of July yeah
Late Night
Feeling alright
Got your girl by your side and it's looking
They said it was called the trap
But on the north side we call it the bando
Yeen' know
Naw for real
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We
love it rough
Put your hands behind your back and show me how you clutch
When I'm feeling low I take drugs to turn me up
and if I'm feeling low show
Turn the lights off please shut it down
You gatta treat them the right way
Keep your head up, raise your voices
Let use prey for the better day
I
I'm feeling alone
But it's ironic I'm always alone
I tried to cope
By buying these clothes
But I don't know
I ended up broke
But
It's better than
bout to say Johnny Dang my new dentist
What you gone do for that pretty lil penny
And he kept it real and i swear it ain't too many
And i turn a Abraham
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let
Ay, me and Christo on the up
It's a sign yeah
Ay, me and Christo on the up
It's our time yeah ay, yeah ay
Me and Christo you know we don't lie
Me
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
It's a bird, it's a plane
Gods amongst the humans
Touch my
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
We can't take it back
No no no
Don't turn around
Don't turn around
What's the word around
it up (bag it up)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that
pay, for the tuck and nip
Call the Hoover remover, by the time they was through-ah
Her whole body would look the way she thought it should
They shake
something man
Feeling like they forcing my hand
I had to turn it down a notch can't nobody love like I can
I turn the page and died It's always like I hit
in a bag, it's a Monica Lewinsky
I'm fuckin' rappers' baby mamas, no Diddy (take that)
I got these niggas in they feelings like Drizzy (take that)
In my feelings no one sees it, bills on bills keep pilling
No time for Beefing, it's my season, diamonds gat me shivering
Been trynna screw me that's
slow, girl I’m feeling the emotions
Making marks on my back getting closer to submission
It’s the feeling of a rush mixing drinks up with our serum
No
And so it's been, yeah, it's been six whole months
Just being sad, being sad, being sad
And it's tough, oh, sometimes even waking up
Or going to bed
Chorus:
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said "daddy let me take ya home,
time so jump in, baby
Been a long time waiting on the sidelines
Live it up let it out baby, it's about time
You watch your exercise videos
While
Hold up
I done made eighty grand a nigga didn't even show up
Niggas used to talk about the way that I dress
Now I see them on they videos pants legs
introspective
Yuh, I hit the curb outside your crib last night
You ain't even have the nerve to see if I'm alright
I guess you on bed-turn, I been waitin by my
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
cover or you'll wake up a giant
In love with chicken but my music is not defined by it
It's more of spinach the way that it pops eyes every minute
Cause I
the boys so we can make some noise
I'm (smoked out) and clean cut
We gone swerve the block turn it up a notch
Before we go up in this mad house
Cause ready
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