Lyrics:
to the max with needful things
Like coochie and butt, watch you jiggle and such
As she walks by with that run way strut
I'm mesmerized
On how much ass,
Yo we gotta get outta here, what's taking you so long?
Alright alright I'm coming, I just want to send out
C'mon
I just want to send a couple
to put your life on a dollar menu
Right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys order shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
Took this bitch to Nobu
And dropped her off at Whole Foods
I do what I want to, you doing what I told you
Slide to her crib and she already sticky
Me
of creative drought
Because I'm
[Chorus]
And if you want to find me,
I'll be out in the sandbox,
Wondering where the hell all the
Love has gone,
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
Shit, it's raining crazy outside bro
But anyways
This what we gonna do
Saenz, look
We gonna set up the decoys
You gonna hit the back
I'm a distract
you want to see me
Then you better be my kin
Hold me closer
For the love of god, Mr. Wilson
For the love of god
Anyday... yesterday... there's
days went by, and I thought she'd move on
But then jayla hit me up, she texted my phone
And said she still wanted to be with me, I never would've known
smugglin keys I gotta hustle if I want to keep on stackin them Gs
I got the feds takin notes all day and night they’re snappin pictures and I bet u that
Ricky Wilson drivin', like a sports car
God I want you, like a fuel engine
Energized line, like a road
You ride me
Like a road
You ride me
Foot
Sitting at home
All by my own
Checking my phone
Problems don't know
Don't know what you want me to do
I'm chillin with nothing to do
Just know I
Sounds That You Make
Omar Wilson
Tonight, don't turn off the lights Want you to see everything That I'm about to do you Oohh Tonight, I'll kiss your
share
Well maybe its because I want it known
That just cause you're smiling
Doesn't mean inside you aren't crying
We all have are demons that stay
I know
[Fate Wilson]
Okay, I remember the days
High Rise, Low Lifts, Even Stevens and Fags
Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
High tech boots spray
spells by a man in chains
Silence is all we have to give
And the memories of a life I wish we'd lived
Hey, remember me
I remember you walking away
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Only thing I want is love but
You ain't blow me, kisses
Now I'm riding by myself
On a solo mission
Just me in all the malls
Spending my commission
Worked
registered to a Wilson family."
Just don't look in the trunk
"Oh, the trunk you say, huh? Okay, waddya say we just have a look-see here? Oh shit!"
I'm gone
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
to his words, life is short but eventful
Just go for what you want and try your best to living careful
If I ever lose ya
I think you know
I think you
Know
I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson's five and dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for
on
Sparkin up a blunt to help me get my writin on
I want what Kyrie be on
Talkin bout the earth flat
Words spat into the mic
Don't act like you ain't heard
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