Lyrics:
by the jakes/ touching down in the palms, papi meet me by the ocean/ bouta take a D tour, real live, d boy/ be aware of your surroundings , it's some
snow
One day I'll be all right
Yea, but when it's going to come?
They say I'm superficial cause I don't really talk a lot
They say I'm arrogant 'cause I
im super able
Im capable
So unfadable
Yall stay faded
Getting drunk in mama basements
Thats some loser shit
I stick to music
Know the bag im chasing
they can't compete
Wipe me down
Boot me up
Blood up on my feet
Cartier frames on my body, I see 3D
Foot on the gas, moving speedy
Neck on snow like Jeezy
playing pac-man for free at the bump'n
Tilt we ate a box of Milkbones cause there
Were no chips in cabinets flipped go-karts
Basement Kaiju and the Monkees
open sleigh
Down the road we go, through the woods we ride
Trees all decked with snow, sweethearts by our side
One old favorite song the joyous
Sleigh bells ring
are you listening
in the lane
snow is glistening
A beautiful sight
we're happy tonight
walking in a winter wonderland
gone
on, shine on
Harvest moon up in the sky
I ain't had no loving
Since January, February, june or July
Snow time ain't no time to
Stay outdoors and spoon
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
were dancing in the sand
Everybody just kept on playing "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
We sailed into the sunset
Drifting home, caught by
waps,
In a basement that leaks,
With chipped cable,
Weed residue,
On a plastic table,
And 2 controllers,
To the one PlayStation,
Playing Crash Team
in the mind full of fears
Don't tear me up
You got that vibe on me
Be ready for the ride
Cocks out, lucks down
Pulled out the glock
Nights kept from
strikin like lightning in the fast lane
Introduced to the crack game by nigga Jermaine
And get your scratch man
The gats came, the leather gloves and ski
This time lapse impasse keeping it unethical
Stalled in all direction, restrained by hypotheticals
Imprisoned how I felt forced the sentence
on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack
was and then its head came out and it ate the dog
I moved into the basement of a one bedroom in the East Village
actually it was the bottom floor
I
head by the ditch, body by the lake (the lake)
It's chops in the garage, pumps by the gate (blah, blah, blah)
You talkin' 'bout that weight, well boy
by its vice and deified for its carnage
There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it.
In basements, garages, parking
Boudet
Proud to be accepted by the same
Niggas I used to hate
Spanish galleon, I was sunken in place
Pieces of eight strewn on the ocean floor
Police
spinning ´round the mountain top
everybody knows she´s home
but the people in the little old village
they wonder when she´s gonna come down
and I wonder
pride
Winter is for dying
I hate it, don't you too?
When it snows in Michigan
We wish for something new
We sit down by the fire
We forget what's outside
walls up
But don’t think twice cause I might shoot first
Mind to sleep and enjoy the cadence
In 3, 2, 1
PIPE DOWN
Cause it’s too late
I’m up all night
I
clouds in it's wake
And filtering sunlight
Into beautiful prismatic refractions onto him
He's looking down at Shoobie
She's wearing radiation protective
to begin
Sit down and buckle it in, lemme say it again
In this world everybody's got a chip on
Both sides of the neck, got no respect
Wait up a sec
When I
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