Lyrics:
(Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget 'bout how that Glock sound, nigga (nah)
Nine, sucker snitches bring
I’m back home in new york living the millennial dream
Kinda sounds like a pyramidal scheme
But what I’m chasing is more than just material things
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some
verified you can tell by the checks
Real recognize real yea that's a real fact
Dollars blue and teal but my wheels matte black
Watch Dave Chappell when I
Raven wings
A blackened sky
Seven walls
Blood red ivy climbs
Thus uttered the sibyl
As she suddenly awoke
A tear she shed
In a glimpse of their doom
ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's
allies
Now my device shatters the fusel anomas
And for my dialectical
Destroyed innocuous in conquest
Travel beyond five dimensions
A cipher cytoplasm
Time goes by never slowing
In my mind I am going
To the time this I first that I first knew
'Till the sky divide from blue
Darling I reside
they write the town paper
The kittens pounce and rip the mouse
Their mother caught by the church
Tire scrapes on yellow curbs
As kids in cars pulled up
Ladies and gents
Turn up your sound system
To the Sound of Carlos Santana
And the G&B (it's The Product)
Ghetto Blues from the Refugee Gang
Seven day holiday in the rain, it's June
At the time we were plain old me and you
It didn't matter that the sky came down
I never really felt like
with blue skies and y'all ain't stopping me
I'll be playing King of the Hill, this game of no one on top of me
A slave to the trade of greenbacks
sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven-and-a-half combine,
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
burst
Limbs converse
Back on Earth
At my home
7:35
Sun has woken
7:35
Memories broken
7:36
Rebuild it brick by brick
7:36
Nothing seems to stick
7:35
Sun
control
So i just write things down and i hope you know
Yeah yeah i hope and pray
Looking to the sun when the skies are grey
Praying to the blue when i feel
I'll walk beside the ghost to meet my maker under skies of hope
She took me to a pier for what appeared, was to find a boat
I'll take a pack of Blues
Up in the sky
(In the sky)
On a flight
(On a flight)
In the night
(Yeah)
Gotta be a vibe
(Be a vibe)
SOS
(Sos)
Cause she wild
(She so wild)
And nothing to heal
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound
I cannot rewrite his melody
His breath is ash
This sky hacked
got a limit called horizon
you got a thousand ways to hell
you got the blue sky wide and open
you got a million smiles to sell
a few times that you
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