Lyrics:
Y'all been holding up too late, it's far too damn long
That shit I hear y'all talking ain't shit
Homeboy, that shit's weak, I'm on it too strong
When
That bitch she love the snow like she Norwegian
(Like she from Norway)
Addy got me on my toes no Ballerina
(No-no-no-Pliè)
We just been living we
I'm him with more cohesion
Cruise lines like I'm Norwegian
Every day I get up bet I'm gonna make my bed
Every day I get up bet I'm gonna get that check
a fiend a hundred
Dollars to polish the V's
Then off to the Four Seasons
Y'all niggas pour Seagrams
My niggas laying with models
Fresh from the Norwegians
The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step
this like this
Like this come on
You & me we've been down
Best of friends hanging out
Never would've thought we'd cross the line
Feelings grew different
and express all the feelings that I show
When your skin touches mine when we just holding hands
Or the way that you move on the floor when we dance
It's a vibe,
be last in the fast lane unlike your name, I'll never switch it
Cause I keep it 100 and I see no one in sight
If I hit the cruise control, she'll roll
Kushe to d wan dem wae holding it
Down
Na u na alagba
If u na d gyal wae d cook for the shiek
Na u na alhaja
Na me na d switch
Na u na d fuse
Dem
You have a clear line of vision that I find kind of weird
You move by your own reflection in the rear-view mirror
As you cruise past what's real in
the sound man stage dive
I cut fat cats to eight lives with my eight ball lines
I'm home 'fore I'm done with all nine
Got you shook like a fault line
Come
custom lines
Searching for my Argentine
Now I need another home to rest my complex corazón
Rolling on through, where do you belong?
Holding onto you, just
Im going out my mind
Im one of a kind
Necklace not a choker
But my wrist might make you blind
This is hard to find
They folding down the line
Joker
I'm driving a Chevrolet down the buffet line
That's a metaphor, for I don't give a fuck who gets in my fucking way
My thought's are draining me
My
Going for a cruise, windows tinted (tinted)
Going to shoot, then he got jilted (uh, uh)
All for the family, never misprinted (uh, uh)
She was pretty
in granny face, I'm supposed to show you love
I don't need no picket line and I don't need no fuckin' hug
You just rappin' just because
With
See me swervin fast lane
Ain't no cruise mode
V6 far range rollin solo
Sunny skies
Dry lines
No more blurry eyes for me
See me swervin fast lane
Ain’t no cruise mode
V6 far range rollin solo
Sunny skies
Dry lines
No more blurry eyes for me
Drive away, I've been copin
Cruising through the night
No thoughts I'm tryna get my head right
Blurring lines I'm lost
Bad choices beam they act
holding firm with the life I gat
show me love ima show you game
and i'm playing same not a nigga love
believe what it is they talking
nigga ain't trappin
sitting in the food court
Move forward
Take what's yours and just cruise forth
"Step ahead of ya'
"I walk the tightrope"
"Walk in a line straight stuck
guess we could cruise down
One more time
With you by my side
It should be fine
We'll buy some drugs
And watch a band
Then jump in a river holding
papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
"If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of line:
"I want
guess we could cruise down
One more time
With you by my side
It should be fine
We'll buy some drugs
And watch a band
Then jump in a river holding
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