Lyrics:
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
try to fix it)
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car
Yeah (Triple A)
My mic sound good
Believe it or not (Dizz, you violated)
Karma
The only way I can heal (you know how I feel)
You know I always
Look at where we're going
Tell me what can I say
We're tracing our footsteps
We're going the same way
Madeline
Here we go around again
You know it, I
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
heh
Then tell all the kids to try it
Man, what's it's gon' take to make it?
For them to say that I'm one of the greatest?
Do I gotta go sell my soul?
for? We were each created to be individual standards, you know. And we're trying to fit into a standard? It doesn't make any sense, you know. So now I
I'm doing this for me
Can you see? I'm just like you
You hear my out of tune Muse
You hear its dark views
You see the Lightning in its eyes
You see
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
and I praying it
Don't jam
Momma dese ni****can't take me Away
Hear twelve in pursuit your baby boy Onna chase
Know I should've stood home When You told
weed smoke, just like the Marleys
Heard my mom whenever she spoke, they havin' parties
This the '70s, of course Donna Summers' voice
Me, I'm in some
I worry 'bout something not we can do
And it's on me
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again, me again
Don't worry 'bout me, na na na na
was there when it hurt
Then spending time with them
Man you know ain't nothing betta
Sometimes I have to make a Summer day
Rollin on my sports bike, not
a fuck (Damn)
I, know she for the streets
It's just how it is (Damn)
How it is you flexin' fake money
Shit is counterfeit (Yeah)
We makin' real moves none
no better gift than the gift of life
So, can you handle it?
I don't know myself
I don't know myself no more
But that changed her perspective
, make me wanna
Stay long love you
I got your back, I wouldn't front
I came that night, you know I want it
I wake up to you in the morning
And eat
the groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
the groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
though you got me left on read (Left on read ay)
Summer vibes
Don't let them pass you by
I know its hard
You'll make it if you try
I know, I know
You can
Hold on (hold on)
Don't (don't) try to (try to)
Slow me down
Slow me down
Ooh, the nana make him act a fool for it
You gon' need an address when I
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
just a Summer fling
That this Summer will be everlasting
I can't let go now
I've fallen in way to deep
(If you are just a Summer fling then I gotta make
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
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