Lyrics:
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
real lost you don't got bands or a place to go (yeah)
All of these racks in my face yeah You on your own it's a race huh
Throw on like three damn chains
Back in High-School I ain't ever hit a peak
But now I got your hoe right up on her knees
Fine by me cause I done glowed up
I done moved away from
(private)
So baby, just slide in
Uh, 24-7, I'm in high demand
Got too many hoes, I just leave 'em on read
Too much sex, shawty, you can give me head
the lake
In a brand new drop-top
Oh shit, I did it again
I'm fishing for bass so
She's texting her friends
Been here for days, I'm making plays
Bagging fish,
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
gonna lie (got it good)
Party people in the place to be
Put your hands in the sky if you barely getting by
It's on and on till the brake of dawn
Got
high
I ain’t gonna lie (got it good)
Party people in the place to be
Put your hands in the sky if you barely getting by
It’s on and on till
Meet me in my Dreams
Music and Lyrics By: Justin Busch (JustinRBusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
Come join me up here in the clouds
Where’s everything’s alright
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
It's sho hot in this place I think I'm
a ceiling
Throw the biggest party once I touch a million
Until then no partying
Got in wit the Justin in the cardigan
That mean tuck
Flex wit dat money till I
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
me step inna di club
Selecta, tun it up inna di sub
Music a bounce and lyrics by di tons
And mi high grade sent from above, me tell dem
Watch out
Imma get a couple acres
I been balling like the lakers
So I'm off to the races
Everybody fake and you gotta be vigilant
High as fuck in the room playing
a sweEP (4-0)
Ten toes down, I'm 10 steps ahead (Aint dead)
but I be overthinking, and I cant get to sleep (No sleep)
So I gotta gotta go hard in this bitch
Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me, I said, "This is the end"
But where I come from, we don't give up without a fight
through the galaxy
Flying pass time
Flying through different places
Yeah we don't mind
Yeah we all in the spaceship
And we're high
And we seem very crazy
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
can't go
Am I punishing myself
Boy I ain't sure
Just a bad guy surrounded by the women of his dreams
But they all outta reach
Cause it seems that I ain't
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
friends, still be together in the end
When our bodies laying dormant, food for worms and thought before us
As together we stay haunted by the things that
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