Lyrics:
what? ...received opinion and is loved and valued...
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Conclusion
Look people, you heard it on the radio
I get...
You
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
wallflower
Should have asked you to dance
Nervous overthinking
Life changed by circumstance
Would I give it all back
For just one more chance
With you
Cruising
the streets
She met him at the door with a blanket and a candle
Saying, I heard it on the radio, I had to turn my power off.
He said you're not the only
We stay ridin' dirty and my soul stays educated
I always knew you could get high
But have you ever opened up your Third Eye
With fuckin' Salvador Dali
of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play
On the sick side, of south central
33rd avenue, block 600
Workers have wash and car
think that I'm out here playing a game
Don't think that I care when you dropping a name
Don't think I'm a listen when you send me a flame
Play by my own
you're freedom is so precious
Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence
Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more
Have fun for me baby,
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
romantic
Maybe, IDK romance is, but my heart you can have it
And even if it slipped and shatter, we could sit her retracing the patterns, Yeah
She like
All these beach bitches layin’ on the sand
On my palm, it be tree
Goddamn I'm surrounded by palm trees
Grab the piece, she be clean
Aye are you fuckin’
hats like magic tricks
Be careful who you're choosing to go up against
Blowin' a fuse'll have you losing your sense
Illusions will ooze through a pen
everything I have
Never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy!
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keeping up with the
Same pace,
Have you ever seen the west coast at night
With the palm trees hanging and the fancy white lights
Take a cruise on the Tiami for two
Just me and you
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
though I was lower class
And have yet to crash
Got a piece of paper took up the pen you know I let it blast
They put super glue on harballs now I'm glad I
the rest
The request being that one garden was enough
Well?
Is it?
Has it been?
Will it be?
Enough?
See I have only ever met these corner people
Do what you
this date we on I’m glad you made it
I got paper on me baby you don’t have to pay it
Some dirty women tryna take me so I had to say it I’m like
By golly
Keep ya where your worst nightmare snuck in
Yeah! Ya think I'm buggin here's my Glock 10
I have you singin like New Edit-it-edis-distion
Punk, play
the love we had?
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
Turn up the radio
And watch the world pass by through your window
You know we're all fucked up and broken
And we could use a hit if serotonin
This
you back into
The blare that could define you
Coveted by few who knew
The phone rings without pause
This grief wills everyone
All I have is
at home sippin' brandy, my bad whiskey
With big bro by my side knew no other kids could fuck with me
That's why adulthood is rather tricky
He asking me
to break out those handy cigars
Who'd have ever thought we'd go and make it this far
Traveling the world inside a paint by numbers book
Lighting things up
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