Lyrics:
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
Patek
What Part of the game is that
So you wanna fuck with a trapper, you said
I'm tryna grab on the back of your head
J Holiday, I'ma put it to bed
All
Everyday a holiday around here that's the motto
Keep my circle small but we all winning
When you look at them you look at us you see the difference
We
choose
I ain't gotta do too much, I just lay back smoke my weed and turn my bottle up
Candy paint, leather guts, slide through like an avalanche
We
you my kin, fuck the color of your skin
Back once again
Chillin' in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin
Finna ask, then I pass to her
Holiday boy
What you talking about
If the street's are military
Then i need a ballistic missile
To make my first entry
I do it with no mercy
I hope you
swoop up your role dog
Cali Swangin' K.J
Go way back like heyday
Six stray
Six 'fo
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right inside, straight pimpin
Dip, hit the strip, I take another sip, then
Kick back and count my bank, yeah, I got dank
Straight skunk, that shit that
Born on Christmas Day
Overshadowed by da holiday
But if you'd come here then maybe
You'll sing happy birthday to me
My morning's shot by NFL on TV
Ain't
my mello now let me
here what I sound like acapella (shhh) wow ride dip swish now
bring it back just like this like a dog with out his bone unlike
a G
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
huggin' the watch
I'm nice with the flow man
But I'm getting paid from the blow man
Shit, I'm stuck in the spot
Hook
J.R. Writer:
Better have my money
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
November to December nights
Illuminated by colorful lights
It's the Holidays, so I think I might
Might forego the celebrations this time
Because
No snow and I'm lying in bed
And I can't shake the thoughts forming in my head
Sad thing 'bout the good times is they never last
I just wanna go back
definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
back alive
Now we all in a zombie movie
Only weapon is common sense
Zombie sheriffs is tryna to lynch us
Guess I'll call up my congressmen
Pick
Get lose with it, stay true with it
We don't want it if you let bruce bruce hit it
Her neck, her back
We can fix it in my Lac
Her neck, her back
We can
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
roll by
And we want to slow the passing of time
Hey
There's no way
Holiday
Celebration
Holiday
Celebration
My holiday
Celebration
My holiday
Celebration
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