Lyrics:
As a physical world creates a spiritual haze
Blinded by distractions
Lost in matterless affairs
Reaching through the darkness
Trusting You will meet me
that Benz and that bag my nigga
You ask a whole lot of questions fuck you Vlad my Nigga
Pistol by the bed moneybag my Nigga
Pass you niggas in a F type
a lit match in it while I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments, laugh, roll you, and smoke the ashes
I see the light at the end
wanna see the end
You said there are three things you have to do in life
love all
Trust a few
Do wrong to none
But i found two To what
Be steady in
You got three eyes
But you can never see I's
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes,
Or, we'd actually made the album, should I say, and we were rehearsing the
tour, you see, we were rehearsing for the tour in Miami. Well, a place called
of the morning scene continues
Steely and Shoobie continue walking
As if in a
Dream no birds, no other people, no sounds
Of cars you see cars though
And you can
the street
My nigga said hell refuse if she has crooked ass teeth
Honestly I'm the same way if she has crooked ass feet
Look, Lemon sour diesel, rolled up in
the street
My nigga said he'll refuse if she got crooked ass teeth
Honestly, I'm the same way if she got crooked ass feet
Look, Lemon Sour Diesel rolled up in
invest you'd be surprised
Don't ride waves, be true to you
Cause the tides change, but you'll make it through
If you believe in your art
People gon' try
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
where you tread
Ion think you want the bloodshed
Let me start off the right foot
Leading with my left leg
I got 2 feet
But I’m 3 steps ahead
But I’m 3
A Motherfucker, you can see it in my eyes
Nigga, big bird and this fly
Big 3 all about his business like A suit and tie
Every day I wake up and get my cake up
They
the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's
ginger ale
Grand maryey for me scotch on the rocks for you
Your vocab is smaller than a cup of jewels
In the studio with james lipton
Reminiscing about
the gang and get hit hard without no warning
I walk in the metro so everyday am booming
You can't see me then zoom in
Damn I just wanna pull in a Range Rover
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
in the car
GQ: Is it true that you wrote the
Songs for Channel Orange in three weeks?
Frank Ocean: yeah
Then I worked on them for nine
Months
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
even remember what I was searching or chasing
You said you see me wake up twitchin', see your mom keep you stable
That incident cost me December, three
swear to Dod dawg, man she's like a walkin' ATM
Except she ain't come in with drawls
I know you've been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls
I can not deal
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
wish cause it felt like I was newly born
Life death rebirth see the circles getting smaller
Like guess my feet hurt its more work and less a calling
that we both knew by heart
The lights all turned off and I felt her shiver in the dark
And you know we drive around the town
Lany on my radio
She won't
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