Lyrics:
I keep coming up graining in I got to stay up
Claiming to the top can't get no sleep
I already know I'm in too deep
I already know they hating on me
then I ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, grain, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that
Swerve swerving on that
halfway then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving,
JNL system got me knocking pictures of the wall
Single din in the dash wood wheel graining hard
Cohiba from havanna when im puffin on a gar
Mama even
surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz
Serving
rides it like a surfboard
Surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining
Graining on that wood
She's swerving on it, swerving
Swerving on that
Big
surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining
Graining on that wood
I'm swerving on that, swerving
Swerving on that
Big body Been serving all this, swerve
Surfing
Runnin' away from melancholy pain
Graining dirt in my soul
Feeling dead inside of my soul rain
Chemicals in my brain
Runnin' away from melancholy
scratches on my back
That's how I know you still up
You Callin me daddy
Cause I never make your surf bored
(That surf board)
You graining on that wood
I'm
affirmations
Sometimes I put my phone on DND
This right here it be that greater good
Banging alpinoz, and graining wood
Im driving the whip like im in autopilot,
to me good
Graining graining on my wood
Lift you up then suck that juicy fruit
I do it like your man never could
Yeah
Like a new pair of shoes
Imma wear
[Chorus]
I'm still holding on
I'm still holding on
I'm still
It's 5 o'clock, 4 o'clock in the morning
I feel so weak thoughts of you are graining me
zip too much zip
Man, fuck out my business
Young Post get the bills quick
Gold chains young white Slick Rick
Boy graining my new whip
Drink 40s till I
a woman so her feelings on a surfboard cowabonga
Graining on that round complaining aint no good
What im saying does no good so I’ll explain misunderstood
struggle
There'd be no me
So i just keep stratching and crawlin
I'm almost there
I can feel it, all in my bones
On my Buckwheat ish
Whole graining and shit
a woman so her feelings on a surfboard cowabonga
Graining on that round complaining aint no good
What im saying does no good so I'll explain misunderstood
bread
Bread needs taking
Bread needs some graining
Eve took the apple turned our brains into raisins
God gave the flood
Don't eat the blood
No one
Beyoncé graining on that wood
But we ain't drunk in love understood
We could live at heights, jets, planes
As long as you got nice, sex, game
Baby I'm
graining, twerking on his face
Moving ratchet stupid baggage want a diamond ace
I could be the trouble baby you could be the boss
Go tell the bitch I don’t
Big body whip swanging see the 5th hanging
Get a Grip graining as I tip staining
Candy drip painted Got the spliff flaming keep it lit dranking
Ima
great (I'm great)
Bitch I'm skinny check the scale yeah I'm graining hell of a weight (What the fuck)
This a foreign that bitch fast me and gang trying
don't know why I just can't see it
You're breaking on the phone
The communications gone haywire
The sand is graining down to a patience
The needles
Chorus(x2):
runnin’ away from melancholy pain
graining dirt in my soul
feeling dead inside of my soul rain
chemicals in my brain
Verse:
glowing
how I know that I was born ready?
I hate whining stay graining and I'm cash minded
Like man you stupid if you think it ain't gon get shady
If I ain't
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