Lyrics:
Come with me, let go of all the fights
I'm taking off on this rocket ride
Speeding fast stars are passing by
Blow kiss goodbye
Come a little
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
the drum on
Kids tryna make it home 'fore street lights come on
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we
Stop
It's the mother fucking remix
Uh yea Harlem in tact
Who in the world wanna problem with that?
For real I heard Harlem is back
Who in
haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin that paper, baby, however it come
From singing this song to moving yay by the ton
I bet you never seen
so much that I can't make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)
I had so much champagne up in the club
And I ain't come up here and I ain't
Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron
Blunts to your face, you don't wanna sing no more
Lost your C notes
Cabbed all day, took the bus back home
to church and I kneel on the pew
And ask God for forgiveness when
The mobs come through
I hit the club and throw my set up, In Hermes
From my toes to my neck
belong
Oh, runaway child running wild
You better go back home where you belong
Oh yeah, my girl
Mama, mama, please, come and sit here by me
Oh but
ear like please take me home
Before the next song come on dawg we gone
Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday inn
She said if I knew you worked the cat
some fake titties
I took her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs (do drugs)
Brasil, Brasil, Brasil obrigado
We popping bottles everybody come to party
Brasil, Brasil, Brasil obrigado
We popping bottles everybody come to party
don't lie
Should the world outside make you wanna cry
Don't you be shy darling
Why don't you come on by
Cause I got room
(Chorus)
Oh right now would be
a field trip that's gon' last more than one day
What you thought, huh?
Faith ain't bout no soft stuff
I heard you just went overseas, now come back home
runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
Bottom of the bottle sure
wanna party
I got what you're looking for
Come see me in the V.I.P. (for bad company)
It's very necessary
To be that kind of girl for me
If you are,
Bet I can make the six your home again
Woah you never alone again
Still by the Rabba and the rabbi
Still made a mi in the Mi
Young finesser, young
'lone, come home
I was wrong, baby, I was blinded
Blowin' up your phone, what you on? Where you at?
Baby girl, I'm slidin'
Let me be alone, I rather
Still high, like I swallowed an ounce of
Yola"coke" I don't wanna ever be sober
Like payin' tuishin', wake up in the same position, open up the safe
safely
You know I be getting faded
Off the vodka bottle straight
(I be drunk drunk drunk) x2
Take a rocket to the moon
I'll be gone by June
Take a loss
"We're going to skate to one song and one song only"
Ball so hard muh'fuckas wanna fine me
So I ball so hard muh'fuckas wanna fine me
But first
Time goes by and still I'm stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh
I been afraid, don't wanna fade out of my
home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My partners don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on man
Livin' life and kickin' it like
stomach, oh
Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla
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