Lyrics:
And this what the west sound like
Kazie Man!
This where the sun sets huh?
I got you
Look
From the west they wondering how we did it
Know I've been
Off the bed
Feet hit the ground
Thunder rolls, here come the clouds
Sun has set, on my parade
Feels like I'm lost in my own place
Time and time
to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed
In the West we trust to the chest I bust
Then we ride 'til the sun come
Shinin' back to brighten up the
Sky how
niggas, they want me dead,
'Cause I done spread through their territory like the HIV.
Sun down spots, suckas swallow glocks.
If they know by these
That mornin' a lady locked arms with a shotgun
And the pistol rode west with the sun
Now the outlaws of Tombstone and the outlaws forever
Know
fly so high
I took flight
Through the sun and the clouds
By the time I looked down
I was so far from home
Just a sweet little boy
With no self control
you by the projects? You can take that dick (woo)
Bitches set it off when my head aching (ayy)
I see you going soft like a titty, ayy, bitch (ayy,
of love
Two, a little rough
Three is a lot better than these
But you can rattle it
Time standing in line
The sun never sets
On a love that shines
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a f***in collage
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
U KNO
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Lived in the Dark
Pray to God, for a Spark
Like a Little John
and they show synthetic pity
Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a red dot
You can hear man plead for his self esteem
For
on the set I'm up next
Betting on M.A.M. is a nice bet
A little zest on the mic check
Done putting up with bullshit
Now I'm putting up reps
Getting prepped for
That′s cooled by a western breeze
There ain't nothin′ like the western air
There ain't nothin′ like the West
There ain't nothin′ like the dew on a western
Meech (Free Meech)
I'm on that Ludacris
You know I'm a Saint Lunatic
I'm on that (hurri)cane Chris (aye bay bay)
I'm that Lil Scrappy (O kay kay kay)
over to the island of Jersey, followed by a swift little airplane ride 3000 kilometres due...east of
ah...well no, no, got that wrong, due west
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
a little white one
She didn't want you hangin' out in the sun
With a small town roughneck man
That'll never be nothin' but an old field hand
Showed up
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
""I'm Davy Jones, enjoy the music""
She's a pussycat like every man is a snake
It's well after 8
But the sun sets the light on her gown
He booked
hand, drop the pin whats the plan?
Over the horizon the sun sets I don't sleep
I get mine I wont lose
Don't try me I'm dying but flying
And these waves
Verse 1:
Another late night, the lights go down
Another day gone by, another town
She sits alone by a window,
She bleeds alcohol in line
She hides
and I want you in the worst way
Perfect storm or hurricane, you make my earth shake
I am yours babe, yeah I'm set free
Don't be afraid to ever tell me
Boy it’s getting wild down on West Sixth
Play a show, there’s only bangers on my set list
Here’s a little shout out to the exes
Got shawty mixing up
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