Lyrics:
of chess I play my cool
You playin hard I play my smooth
Feeling yo smile feeling yo Vibe
If you ain't smoothest than baby they lied
I drive a rocket hop up
beautiful?
So unusual
Life's a gas and it's running out
Living a cliche
Gonna seize the day
Bottle rockets and celebrate, celebrate, celebrate
Carpe diem,
covid but I get em sick like the measles yeah
Like I'm Tarzan I'm surround by green and banana the clip and I gotta survive
Stay with a rocket, I swear
niggas thinking it's funny
Till the rocket's out the pocket and all up inna your tummy
Where's all the Charlie you selling up in the party, nigga?
the nonsense (not with the non)
Righteousness so indecisive, feelings in a mosh pit
I just hit another one I'm dancing off beat
Please don't let me down, let me
by the waist all my
All my niggas got a bottle in they hand
All my all my niggas
Gettin' money said all my
All my niggas egh
Look all my niggas pop
with .40's aimin' at the motherfuckin' rocket (yeah, yeah)
Motherfuckin' pull up, the block goin' down
A hundred rounds of metal gon' pull up and fill
up on my body
Make me look aquatic
So exotic
I'm moving states just like I'm Westbrook to the Rockets
All these racks up in my pockets
Got me feeling
better place
July 4th when Chuy called me I was up in the rock
Lighting bottle rockets with my 4 brothers the Chac's
He told me that story's was true,
a cigarette
And talk about days gone by?
We're neither saints or sinners
So leave your history behind
Let's grab a bottle and take it one day at a time
I can't be your one and only but I know you're not to blame
I never hold ya can't hold ya won't hold ya down
'Cause you got that kind of love
and longer
As the days goes by
We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are gone
Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico"
We're two
a cigarette
And talk about days gone by?
We're neither saints or sinners
So leave your history behind
Let's grab a bottle and take it one day at a time
the cold while
She walk through the hood break it down
Now it's xannies on the dance floor
Waking up, got evicted by the landlord
Take no shit
She believe in
Got the drop, fuck that, walk them down yeah
I don't think lil woadie want to talk now
Fuck the opps, pigs turn bacon in this bitch yeah
Pill bottle
here
By my side and I
Got a question baby like could
You be my wife
Didn't think twice bout the question I know it's right
The feeling is right
and Jimmy goodfellas
But my name is Maxedout I'll max out the cash now
I'm hungry and I came to chow down
Colby be trading by day then he come to stu
the Club Dem be singing
Dorime
Dem be feeling me vibes from
Lagos down to Orile
Kingston dung to Lagos
Wi bun fire pon di wul a dem Peagan
Wi na par wid dem
to get it all good
Light it up like a rocket
We're going all night long
Everybody sing ooh, mm
I love it when you ooh
When the sun goes down
to perspective by your homie's death
I got this message in a bottle
I hope it float to you
Cuz one day we gon make it
One way, we gon face it
I got this message
this ain't a fad
Pass me a bottle I'm getting mad
Go in my system I'm feeling glad
Escape from the race by slowing it down
Escaping the water by learning
The sun just dropped, the bottles all popped
We did the molly wop, the party don't stop
The models came out, the fellas swagged out
We did another round,
win in the end
Damn Chuk brought his whole team in
I can show you how to get Benjamin's
I won't put ya down I rocket launch ya
The benz candy coated I'm
We popped a bottle then hit the throttle all the way up
Eighth of fungus, alligators and the darkest hush
Turned up the volume on Mr. Anderson
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