Lyrics:
Who wan' test the real scandalous
I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles
Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist
Spanish kids, close to God, like
mindset was to get it that’s on everything
I thank God didn't doubt me
Picked myself back up when I was feeling kind of lousy
Keep the fam close I only need
Speak what I seek til I see what I've said
Imma get it no doubt tunnel vision ahead
This a prophecy
Bout, where I'm gonna, be
Speak into existence
home
I felt like I was swimming in a rotten old fish tank
Playing for a hundred people in a sweaty bar alone
Oklahoma, Las Vegas, Los Angeles and Davis
I
Smile in jail
When I know you're fucking gone, Oh
Aren't you scared of me?
Take away, air you breathe
Choking on your doubt
How you're a clown
Time
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
, when you waste all your time needed, me either
Put me in the coma and let it all come outta me, so when I awake nobody will be there
I often doubt
bendin' cornas'
buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's
Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide
sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
the night
There's no need to worry
Everything's alright
You and me
All I want is you tonight
There's no doubt in my mind that it will turn out fine
You bat
Shooters ready with the flag, uh
It's war time and I put that on my neck, uh (Gang)
Papo dime Ke-Lo-Ke (Work)
Estamos haciendo trap, ¿O no es que
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
Look your left, look your right, look back and front
Ten thousand times four, I man no care
Them nah go fit to near, I man no doubt already
Jah say,
the D reppin the dirty beach
And we grinding all the time
From downtown Los Angeles
To shoreline drive
AZ go international
She's really got the passion
never really feels the same
No pain No gain eh
I'm just trynna numb that pain
I don't really wanna feel this way again eh
One time for niggaz trynna
suffocate them all
Stained in the blood of my loved ones
Surrounded by thorns of flesh and bone
Suffocating time slowly in my hands
Life is nothing but
on automatic, yeah
Everything on automatic, yeah
Everything on automatic, yeah
Everything on automatic
Ain't no time for a reaction
We pull up on automatic
I
good hands
How the hell I got here
This is everything I know
Sheep in human clothes
No form to follow
I get drunk and wander
Through the bookshelf of my
strapped? Yes!
Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)
Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van
Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
Travel
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