Lyrics:
breath kept it solo now it's power for people
I use my platform for progress I kept it real since the fetal
I'm teaching em some
I'm teaching to one
I'm
Hey Grace, guess what, cool
You're teaching in Japan and I got another school
You got another man and I got another boo
I'm glad we moved on, I'm
Hey Grace, guess what? Cool.
You're teaching in Japan and I got another school
You got another man and I got another boo
I'm glad we moved on,
I might as well be a Japanese exchange student
Cause' people wouldn't know me, right when I show up
But then the thrill wears off, and then I'm
Probably thought we was fools
When we would break all the rules
And skip them classes in school
Because the teacher dem teaching
What the white man dem
Je voudrais envoyer un telegramme au Japon
I'd like to send a telegram to Japan
But the contents of the message I really cannot say
I don't know, I
direction
A wealth of moving light, they now seek my disguise
Legs soon crack as they stand above/below
The Exchange:
"Where do you drift from sir? This
happens every time we exchange our vibe
You know I only want you oooo
So make your way through
Reservation for 2
Just me and you
You make me wanna change my
The Streets
And The Club District Is Poppin Like Literally Every Week
And Promoters'll Push Flyers
Money Exchange Hands
Liars Sell You They Dreams
And Dummies
Real G shit, mobbin' in Japan
Fah tha least shit, fry it outta pan
As tha beast, quick hit it in Easterland
Wit tha reach, katana cut off ya hand
For
Different way
I was in that warehouse
I was in that office suite
I was teaching Ingle
And delivering to get on feet
Juug Jugg Juug
Boy we do this every day
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah
Aye, feel like the man right
I’m in japan right now
At first she ain’t want my name
Turned her to a fan just now
There's a woman from Japan
folding paper with her hands.
Singing songs of peace.
Teaching the young. Teaching the old.
Teaching the world how to fold
to know ya, can you gimme ya name?
If you jot down ya number, you'll get mine in exchange, hey
See I'm the man of this town
And I hope you wouldn't mind
to know ya, can you gimme ya name?
If you jot down ya number, you'll get mine in exchange, hey
See I'm the man of this town
And I hope you wouldn't mind
exchange lends
Precious – and comic – insight into
A frightening capacity for invention
And a knowing approach to craft
That is at once sure
And relentlessly
lonely
Ring ring went the iPhone, it was my homie
He said, let's hit Japan
If we can make 'em jam
We can make a hundred grand
Spend it in the south
lonely
Ring ring went the iPhone, it was my homie
He said, let's hit Japan
If we can make 'em jam
We can make a hundred grand
Spend it in the south
positive messages to my earlobes
From all my children From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, Japan
And of course in the motherland
Even in the orient, they know what
Love Exchange sent me the beat so you know imma flow
My money bundled in layers just like winter clothes
She ask me why I act like I got something
(fuck)
Rocco is back, but I'm stronger and faster
Got a couple of padawans, (bitch) I'm the master
I just popped a Xan
Like Dex in Japan
Rocco fallin' over
Focus, the brokest niggas of life shit
These mics is like cocaine, son
Check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts, tapes for sweepstakes
Peepin'
Check this out
Allahamdulliah with my billions pilin
I'm just wildin, bought two islands
Lakshmi makalen
Diamond soundin
Bout to buy japan, trick I'm just
presence never came without the gift wrap
Every thought is golden that’s the mind state
Look over they shoulder this the blind space
Never made exchanges
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