Lyrics:
republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand American dreams
Late at night, you will find them in the cheap
why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how
Ha feel me?
I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize
Beat my soul into submission
Hope I'll learn by 80
To hate yourself, it's like a drug
I've been consuming lately
You keep your secrets
Are you lyin
second-hand capella all that night I said oh ho
I said oh ho oh ho
There you are in your write dress shirt most of all I think I loved your hands
I loved
of the room
But all I could see was you
Stupid little haircut
Socks are hiding in your shoes
Strutting down the hallways like you think you’re so cool
And it’s
take a cigarette, ain't no drug cleaner than nicotine
Five dollars a pack, they got you hooked like a fiend
And it's a cigarette dealer, there's one
homies and we're chilling like a villains
And we're killing the beat and then we be killing it in life soon
Taking the world by storm
You can call us
to the banana republics, things aren't as warm as they seem
None of the natives are buying any second-hand american dreams
Chorus:
Late at night you will
Second hand
Going away, moving house can be moving
Giving away belongings that no longer belong
Your chair is here, and you're not
Your laugh is so
soul
You are my savior
In a devil's robe
And I can't exist without you
I can't exist without you
You are my drug
My miracle
You are my cure
In
demand
Be first class, don't ever think second-hand
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In style, L.A. Style
(Get in style)
Say hi as you cruise by
Your love
Your love
Your love
It's just like
My drug
My drug
My drug
It feels like
You the plug
The plug
The plug
You keep me high
No matter who you
right off the bat I’m rocking hamster fur
Coats on the farm and cooking butter basted boar loin
From my uncle firepower by the trunkful
Statistics are
When I disobeyed my parents or my teacher
I was drug to the wood shed by my Dad
And those drugs are still running through my veins
Still affecting
soul
You're my savior
In a devil's robe
And I can't exist without you
I can't exist without you
You are my drug
My miracle
You are my cure
In
day i be booted
Second-hand smoke in da air, i pollute it
Step out da house with da ar and shoot it
Only real niggas so they not included
Silver on me
black and white
You are wrong and we are right
First we'll spank your big behinds
Then we'll twist your little minds
I'm Dr. Righteous (I'm Dr.
OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did
drugs
Poppin' Molly, rolling weed up
Who am I, Pusha T I'm from the Vi
R-G add another I, N-IA, and they hate
When they see me ridin' by, skinny tires
I'm living for them good times
Don't stress about the high tides
Just hear so you can unwind
Oh yeah
Baby I can serenade
Show you there's nothing
adore your smile the most
You are the source
Of my happiness
Trust will make things work
Love has taken its course
Let's get high by the shore
I
and lust is slowly murderin' us
'cause the drug game ain't what it used to be
So look deeper when they paint you a picture
And try to sell you a dream
'cause
a stain
Gone without a trace and I'm taking a second look
Caught a vision of the drugs that you wanted but never took
Cash in account got the FAFSA
better by biting my lip
Before I can get to the door with my keys
I'm already deep and you pull me in deeper
You taste even sweeter
The drug I need
I wish
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