Lyrics:
a way to get away
From ya
I, really don't know what's been up lately
I can't, stop thinking bout the way you played me
I know, we flow, cuz i'm too damn
Phone
I'm
Waking up everyday I give praise
Thankful aye that I'm alive
I grab my coffee and 2 blunts
Break them down and roll up
Aye I get high
Then I go
is rack shit
Why she think I was a trick, I made her do a backflip
Got 10 need another one, I gotta match this
You ain't get up on nobody, cause we
the money is near, I ain't coming out the van
Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code
Got three hoes in the G4
Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes
down the highway
I see my exit flashing by
I never stop and do a u-turn
And sometime later wonder why
When will I get there
I wonder why
When will I get
the storms behind my eyes
I've kept head on horizons all sight on bluest skies
No punctuations for reasons I stop to celebrate
Roll up a blunt as I'm shining
You finally take your make up off, I like your eyes
You finally take your lipstick off, I like your smile
Get up and dance around the room my
thunder cunt
And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess with Texas
Texas gon' fuck you up
I hold my cup up, I let my top down
And everywhere I look they
or miss
Oui, oui, y'all, yeah, Oui, oui, y'all
Arrival of the Carnival
New beats, I never recycle
While your looking for samples
You might get trampled
This song is called training
I write words right like words want
Get mics burnt up by verse one
I don't write nothing behind the curtains
Got a verse
to the booth
Waitress get this tray up to that VIP dude
VIP is dead
But still there's nothing best
I see a short dress
Long legs, exposed chest
In slow steps
smoking more blunts and I'm
Sipping 'til I'm poured up
Tore up from the floor up
Tore down from my toes up
Get throwed 'til I throw up
But I'm pimping like
"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed"
They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)
Burnin' this kush while I pace
keep changing like click-click
Shit, I wish a nigga would
Feeling fucking good, crack and scramble up your hood
Get it understood, I could have 'cause
a feature, then you gotta pay
Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a date
I smoke and gas on my music, get lifted
I grew up always surrounded by sinners
Crazy
by my goddamn self
I'm the type I don't believe it, till I see it with my pupils
(Now its clear) I get it, money ain't the root of all evil
It's in
like that
I don't really get it
I'm not the type to waste my time so just forget it
I know you wanna sit back, relax and smoke up
But understand thats
Young Trip
Soneigh Wonder
No reply
Good morning texts gets no reply
When I call ya phone I get the voicemail like it died
I wonder why
Cause I
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
seater
Left Ne-Ne with Macita
Vroom speed up run faster than a cheetah
Only thing on my mind is how I'm gone get all in this cheap slut
Should I use
get to stepping 'cause
All my friends
Keep turnin' right back into strangers
Wonder why he so anxious
I become attached
Reveal all my bags
You pick 'em
Don't you know they made up lies about Christ too
(Christ too)
So why won't they make up things about his Prophets too
(Prophets too)
It's not about
why u swerve so much cause my nerve fucked up
In the parking lot tv's two 23's we got them trees
In my pocket we got plenty g's it's gutta when you
could suck this dick
I say cunt, I say bitch
You motherfuckers get offended by anything
Fuck your shit, I stay sick
If you don't like it, you could
.jpg/229px-Robert-Palmer-Sunset-Strip-(edit).jpg "Robert Palmer")
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