Lyrics:
thing I ever wanted and its true yah
Oceans calling
Deeper than the blue
Faded moments
Fantasies of you
Make a move make a move boy
Is you down
If you
I'm calling to let you know
That I was standing by your side
Through them times with you
I was there in the midst of the Darkness with you
Whilst you
you
Gonna stand by your people
It seems like the streets keep calling me
I'm just a fiend for my hood
Crooked police keep they eyes on me
But I won't
till sunrise?
Leave me in that lost boy leather jacket that you found
On the side of the road?
Where it came from
No one knows
But I heard you calling me
a rider though
If I go broke she go reup in Cali
I'm trapping in Humboldt, she shop in the Valley
I'm calling plays from the spot, this ain't madden
He lost
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
up like I was breakfast
The way that he acting he could be on Netflix on god
Lost hope, big dope
Hold on, who calling my bih phone? (Who?)
Last shot,
Ring ring ring ring
Stop calling my phone
I'm trynna make change
I'll call when I'm home yeah
I'll call when I'm home yeah
Rollin' through Atlanta
Boy I just think I'm champ
Now I'm bout to bring out the banners
They rolling through green on the camp
Now I got the ring in Atlanta
Homie my crew
night
Over to one of the boys houses to sip baws-baws
Feel the pressure in me brain subside nauseous
Drowned out by the Bluetooth speaker playing tunes
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Lost in the Range
Skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh
I'm lost i'm lost i'm lost
I'm lost lost in the Range
What ya block? What ya claim lil g?
If
the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so loose
You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I'm tired of running, let's walk for
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
(Oooooh!)
All day long, I hear my telephone ring
Friends calling giving their advice
From the boy I love, I should break away
'Cause
Cube today was a good day
Swung by Mickey D's, had a fish to fillet
All day, Ry say whatever comes to mind
Like, keep calling me son, cause the kid gon'
Boys in the hood boys in the hood
Got two in the front as
I roll through the trap
Blunts rolling em up, shit pouring the Yak
I don't fuck with these
overtime, struggling affording the flat
'Til she, lost her job it fucked all of her plans
Couldn't pay the rent, borrowing and calling for cash
But Hannah
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JSDR
Nights got cold, My heart got colder
I lost all hope, Shed tears no shoulder
That boy got fold like samosa
See
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
I see no evil. Money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah
Fuck you like a bad bitch that I can't stand
Beat it up all fucking night like damn
Don't try to run up on EK with some of that static
Boy I know
boys stay true
Grew up in a place so cold
Even your enemies show love on Road
Your best friend stab you if he could
Who knows
Lost so many to da dark
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
catching up cuz ain't no getting back.
Boy
My life sometimes i fear for that.
My future what direction is it staring at.
Bunch of lost souls going down this
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