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grammar I I just wanna by my mama a phantom  
I remember she told me have to good manners imma do for you you was dad and Santa 
Lookin for paradise in life

She wore an apple green bandana
To this party where no one seemed to wonder
Listening to unknown songs by Santana
I was intrigued by the look of her

swerve swerve swerveee
Multiple the square root of 99 by the amount of times that I've been high
And divide it by the 3.14 the PI
And that will equal to my

hard
Excuse me darlin’
Are you bored all by yourself?
I can't make no excuses darlin
Kinda missin you right now
Come on over baby
We can just crush some

Pour me up a double cup 
But i'm not sippin lean, yeah
That's what took Fredo Santana
But not taking me, yeah
That's what took Pimp C
I got pimp in

and somewhat foolish
Triggered by the summer, who gon get wet if he pools it
A 30 clip his new edition, now he needs to cool it?
I aint cool with systems down

Breakfast Santana
I remember you at the downtown annual parade
With the bomb squad never packing a grenade
I was hella wavy, your hair was laid
Never

Katsumoto place a sword to the stone
Katsumoto growing cold

Sam is back in black, don't get it twisted
Hard liquor, softs drugs lifted
Play Santana, black

Young Real Niggas
Just cut from a different cloth you know
I ain't no more time to waste, I'm on my grind
Look, I got tired of playin' it by the book

it's 50 Santana how the fuck could i fall off
Lil Jay he be in and out kimbo and still on a monitor
Still ride around with a sawed off
We getting drops

“Against All Odds”
Written By: Amber Smoke


Intro:
Push yea ooh
Push aye aye aye aye


Verse 1:

Feel like I’m floating high
But my feet

and the fire
Excuse me miss pero no fallo
A gentleman that refuses to retire
Raised by la calle salute to diana 
Raised on guitars by Carlos Santana
If I go out

You came to our party
But you weren't invited
And we brought kerosene
And we will ignite it
One if by land
Two if by sea
Open your mouth
Here comes

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Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up

him out
Well I guess that make me God
And if he force my hand, then the destiny is ours
Shall exercise my power by filling the graveyard, time to even

riding, are there yet
Santana on my dip set
No room for emotion
In this business.
Maybach, yo what is this
All black coat, Hans Solo
Caremal centre like

gladiate
You the type, switch in the field
Bro touching blood money and we blow it on drug money
Sipping lean by the seal
I'm counting mud money, 'member I

And turned my mind and my body to a machine like
Calculating I'm thinking at light speeds and I'm 
In control like I'm living inside a dream designed
By yours

tendencies when I made myself a slave
I don't want to live this way so my spirits gonna say
By any means necessary
Malcom X with my fist in the sky
Drum beats

trees like I believe in Santa

I got the juice ain't talking Tropicana
I'm what the games been missing like I'm Santana
Just hold me down through these

What What Gang
Murder by Rose keeping that choppa on go itching for any these bitches
I can not fuck with yo gang they bitches and you know that my

tryna hit my line up getting dial tones
Woah Santana Live getting fried with suicidal hoes
And I just be losing my mind when I got psilocybin on me

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