Lyrics:
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
split
You threw a giant party
Thought you weren't one for the champagne scene
Like crashing parties
And the "high school dream"
The boy at second base
is where I can breathe
A world in between
What I am, what I was, what I will be
It's the only place that I feel free
Hope you feel me
I am a lost boy
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came
from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
Nigga better know that, boy they ain't playin
Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss,
thirty five, but the nights alive and we sparking,
Dogs in the distance barking, women in the room and they laughing
These drugged out visions what we
blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy
The last time I saw George alive
was in the summer of seventy-five
he said he was in love I said I'm pleased
time I saw George alive
Was in the summer of seventy-five
He said he was in love I said I'm pleased
George attended the opening night
Of another
time I saw George alive
Was in the summer of seventy-five
He said he was in love I said I'm pleased
George attended the opening night
Of another
the boss, y’all boys just talk
Been on the move all winter, tryna shine for the summer
Still standing my ground, while I see ‘em fall by the hundreds
Wasn’t
like a game
Not part of a gang
Treat you like a small boy
Little little lost boy
Mind split up in two
I'm not over you
Call me on my line
I just hit
Frozen Rollie with no bezel, it could change the time
So many people told me broski, you gotta change your life
(Five K or the highway)
Knew that I
that's the problem
The fuck you expect? I go get what I want
I want you to say you picked me with your voice
I'm twenty-five, love, but I came by
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
on the phone so I hung up
Been making shorty cum from the come up
Kaytra and Aminé, we the summer (true)
Gettin' sex in the city like I'm Sarah
And my twin
Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
Blazin' that Ted Rossi,
his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
Blazing that Ted Rossi up in
I love the summers most
Boys shining in the sun
later glowing in the night
Golden tattoos
Burning my fingers
I met him by the sea
And I was feeling
be out in that backyard everyday during the summer
"Dad, can we go to the beach?", "Yes, get your mother and the dog"
"We'll leave right now, Sparky,
I love when summer came back around
Back when summer lived at your house
Six by six, I miss your kiss and your attention
What do you say when I'm out
a pay-by-the-week motel
Columbia Missouri, where his second wife had taken his second son
It was not a good time for anyone
We had peanut butter for dinner
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