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to overcome
Our anxieties and forge a
Fearless attitude towards life
Something strange and remarkable can
Occur that margin of
Control over circumstance

Conversation deep as the sea 
But never been blue 
Like instruments in music 
How we're so in tune 
Our love is like the flowers in spring 
That's gon' bloom 

the sound of money, I can hear it like an instrument
Ain't sellin' no gas for the low, what you think this shit Arco
Came from wood, countertops, now them

gonna do
I cannot do the buddy buddy
Gotta watch how niggas move
My life my control
I just put the whip on cruise
Unless some bitches tryna party
Got gas

getting bread and stuff
But I got aspirations with a drive and some navigation making music
I'll get it up
Singing money lyrics and we gas it up 
So it

Got me in a groove
Damn, look at my shoes
Got me in a mood
I could never lose
Control it like the Cruise
Damn, shit is so smooth
These thotties pick

tick tock
Hit me for the gas
No pit stop
Riding with my strap on the way to the top
Had to leave my bitch and go and run it up
How you trust that bitch?

My attitude so outta pocket
I’m on the run just like a stocking
We pull up you empty your pockets
Big plugged in like a socket
I’m the boss I don’t

easy like it's Panda Express
Ya intuition a mess
Why it ain't kicking in yet
Saint
You really mother earth
See the way you run the turf
That body on sell

round'
And you know how they talk about you
Control what you're putting out
Stay with a swisher now
Everybody know you're pushing loud
Take a hit and pass

I don't like these niggas attitude
I'll smoke that they all bogus
Can't control this
I'm on a different type of motion
Niggas thought i slipped
I'm

Ohh ohh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ohh
She hustling while I sit back
Then shelf her like a nick-nack
Attitude let's fix that
Too comfortable then ditch

up and let the music control where your body goes
Tonight you have no foes
Bills, stress, pain, or no lows
Being the best dancer is the ultimate goal

leave you wit dat BIB from QB
Boys In Black and foul attitudes to match

Yo, now who you be God, I be the soul controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta

We back killin roaches and rats
Like bugs these niggas skat
From a trap I come but
They ain't ready for combat
We the pest control spraying every

a boss, we gone run it up, fuck a cost
I was tryna fuck with you from the get-go
She got that dress on, gotta gas you up like Citgo
We just fucked a round,

It ain't ever been easy 
But ain't always been tough 
Take it or leave it
Run in my lane you gone see it
Bondage to freedom 
Grace for the heathen

If I gave you my heart would you stay?
Or run off wit it?

Would you do me like a song and play me?
Kick back, smoke weed, talk crazy
Watch tv as you

some gas like the shitu0027s a car
Got some bitches cominu0027, someone hit the liquor store
We gotta get emu0027 throwed, late night, Arsenio 
A little

on divine time
Let me just tell you about
How I 

Run it up til the ceiling bust
Gotta get to the pot
Gotta stack my knots
Abundance is all I know
Gratitude

Some people just dream of cash
Some people just dream of ass
You won't get a golden pass
Willy Wonka's out of gas
I know they show it
My show is

And I'm hungry, need a whole ass plate
Sonoma raceway
If I'm on the run, she comin' with me
I like girls who got some attitude, but still act pretty

That's that true overtime
Hope your waves crash into mine
I'm really out of it
I'm all on it like I'm outta time
I push the gas til we run out on fumes