Lyrics:
oh, I've fallen again
By which measure should I hold you
(So I'll say my grace, say my grace, I know I'm about to fall
But if I fall now, I'll say my
drop
Everything fresh out the box, Rick Owens, Vetemant socks
Pop me a Perc and I get on my mode
You know my problems, hope you don't expose
You
with that chrome
I don't wanna hear that we switched when we on
How a nigga step this that rick this that owen
How can I show love all the hate that you
the dawgs mutts
Fell out of love
I can't even picture when I get cuffed
I don't wear Rick Owens they're rubbed
The Cali I'm smoking it got me abducted
Don't
with scrubs?
Keep it a buck ouuu
Like are you really feeling the love?
Cuz I can fall through
If you want to
I can Fall through
Trap Flows
Slime Nose
microphone
Cause after me its un-rippable
I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable
I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin'
on my call line
Crashed out then I bounced back on my ten whatever you call it
From the Cane I'm out by that water
Out the way lil bitch I been
a motherfuckin' vampire
More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
OG is what I smoke by
Fingertails got fungi, fungi
I'm a real nigga, you a fun guy
Runnin' bandos
by myself so you know what I'm on
Gelato in backwoods, I'm high like a drone
She wanna fuck now, she know that I'm on (Keed talk to 'em)
Say you do
talking for what
They sweeter than chocolate, get off of my nuts
Can't hang like koala we treat you like skunks
I'm all bout my Guala I'm all about bucks
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you
What is yo problem?
Could tell how you talk that you got one
Flyer than TOM CRUISE in that movie Top Gun
Cop somethin'
New Ricky Owens when he drop
this life I'm juggling"
"Ain't no food in my fridge, and my momma pregnant"
"If you can, help ya brotha out"
"Please man, I'm feeling reckless"
Now I
shit right on the pavement
Built this shi*t right out the basement
Too many dreams I had to chase em (yeah yeah)
You ain’t from Chicago, but you acting
Just like ole Buck Owens
You and I are Together Again
daddy ain't comin' back
Cause I'm movin' oh hear my song
You were flyin' too high for my little old sky and I'm movin' on.
Mister engineer with your
I'll knock his meat out his taco
Now if you heard what i said
Then get buck
Pop it, shake it, bounce it, drop it
Bring it up
Now in the club throwing
forbidden.
Imprinted a demon, so who are you kidding
Heard you say you found better
Well I guess you found God
Well I guess you found God
Well I guess you
Ayy, ayy, fuck
Breakin' down the bud
Sippin' double cups
Think I found love
Countin' up the bucks
Can't send off the thrax
Bullin' with my gang
I
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I know I got the sauce
I done flexed up so you know I been a boss
Rick Owens jacket when I come around
Just finished
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
'm talking my shit, I'm running it up
Man I've had enough to keep it a buck
No
I'm talking my shit I'm running it up
Boy keep it a buck you can't get enough
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
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