Lyrics:
a girl, a wife or a playboy book
one more time
[CHORUS]
sitting at a red light
Trying to get my head right
This girl pass with a monster-ass
Mentally
when we up all night
Then you call off
Workin so in the morning
Imma work your make up all off
See girl you fine as fuck
Red locs lookin wavy
Wearing
the ford truck
Back and forth wit my conscience
Girl you know what's Beyond this
Don't say I feel you
Hold up wait…
Put it on a plate
Uh
Walking up
And most driven
I want a bag
Celeb A-Status
And a king mattress
Don't want know static
Pass the girl to the bros ball handle Magic
Don't you
Get caught up in
That's why I stand on it
Dot and a horizontal
Red beam on the scale
Go head and weigh it up
If you will
I'm up my credit score
Paid on time
Your girl one
be drifting off
Like ford
Roll another blunt
I'm bored
Path right to your heart
Run towards
Stuck hard
Cant break us
Like swords
Pull up wit shooters
bigger than Adele
Or Oprah in 2012
I love Oprah, hope you know this foreplay in a ford focus
On a freeway out in Fresno, part them legs just
like I'm Moses
the waves
Not the thoughts in my head
And you’d look over and smile
And both of us knew it was only gonna last a little while
The surf shop played old radio
celine
She aint fuckin wit berkins
All these secrets we been keepin
Somebody gone catch us creepin
All this hiding all deleting
Girl you know you got me
I'm always wanting more
I'm humble but I want more
I smell like cali mixed with Tom Ford
Raised by the shore
Accounts off shore
I fly Ryanair but soon
rappin' NF in the car one day while drivin' like I usually do
'Was behind this motorcycle rider with his girl and he kept on lookin' back to view
Turns out
kissing her chest
Ice on my wrist but I ain't got the time for it
Could have had us matching Tom Fords
Can't spin the block ain't no encore
Come back around
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
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friends Fit's
Of Depression to play with us
At The Seattle Coliseum
Or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine
Benefit in Portland organzied by
Gus Van
Look at this photograph
Every time I do, it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?
And this is where
Gonna miss that dress hanging off your shoulder
Gonna miss your shade of red on my cheek
Girl, I can't believe this night is almost over
Woman, what
warning
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning
Nine o'clock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows
darkness
This is all that I know
Magazine progeny, daughter of radio
Collector of keys
Sometimes my lip curls
For a Harrison Ford circa Working Girl
lost it all
Bounce back stand tall
Real ones don't talk
This game on lock by me
Why don't you go and see
Uhh; Yeah
Say less, do more
Grind like its
they played foul I ain't scold to the refs
Did a swift finger roll with the left that's my highlight reel
This girl asked how I been lately?
I'm just
Jimi at Woodstock
Mm, ayy, ah
Drive me round in your red Ford
Shivers down my spinal cord
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause you got me howlin', howlin'
Even
a broke boy, he just wanna get by me
Get you pregnant at the Bahamas
I'm just playin', I'ma wear a condom
I ain't judgin' you on that pole, baby girl, go
prices gettin' higher
Inflation fucking high up, plugs dried up, nation dire
Eyes wide shut tired, drugs gettin' us by but
We scrollin' for
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