Lyrics:
borrow a billion
Mediterranean by a village (woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch,
'Cause ya never know when it could all be taken away
By a crooked politician or the hands of fate
Said I took a long time, tryna find myself
I was livin
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
I'm in my little oasis
Been to a whole lot of places
Nothin' like my little oasis
And it feel fuckin' amazin'
Been livin' in my little oasis
schools to livin in
Different livin rooms
Drinkin chemicals and makin sure
I'm offending you
Givin juuls to kids to diminish youth
While I'm takin hits
You could say that shit again but do you live by it? (Whoa)
Brought the Cayenne outside, bought the big body (skrrt)
Now I'm livin' life just how I
And even when it's hard
Livin' with my scars
It never amounts to nothing
'Cause I believe in love
Nobody tells me how to grow, no
I just gotta know
again and again
A couple of my friends is still in the wind (Still)
How can we think righteous, livin’ in sin? (How)
Better be glad we want peace instead
run up on me cause I'm gripping steel (bang bang)
I'm kinda nervous and I'm quick on the blast
due to the murders that I witnessed in town
[Chorus:
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
she make it hard to be celibate
She throwin’ it like Tom and imma catch it, call me Edelman
Pulled up on lil baby told her hop in my ride
We be speeding
Rush hour traffic
Always puts me in a bad mood
I got chewed out by the boss today
And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two
Then you call me on my
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
times, I might slang some dimes (back to trappin')
You believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by
found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin'
Beep beep, Richie, this is New York City
Killi'n ourselves with no help from the other one
Only thought, was how the hell to get your money on
Livin in fear cause you're livin' in a war zone
So
Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
There's a village green.
It's been a long time
Since I last set eyes
country songs
Time to let loose rock it till the break of dawn
Yeah Yeah
It's going down in the woods
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah
Got
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
like that movie, can't Get Out
Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that
In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I'm
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