Lyrics:
Stay up reading Mary Poppins
Overwhelmed by Netflix options
Boy found brains he never knew he had
Meet me there in London Canyon
Fuel up, bitch,
I'm reppin' it cause that's home to me
Don't understand why you wouldn't sport ya own city
Spent time up in Vermont at my aunt's house
Couple parties by
licking all the boy talk,
Well
I feel like that song by Bobby McFerrin
No worries 'cause everything cool
No school, no rules, just jump in the pool
Reborn to Wunderlan, and now the future gon be undone
I've just become one, but gon be touring out in London by 23
100% black in the genes so come and fuck
with the rest of the crew in Ghana
Then we doing it big time, shout out to Babs
And Kobby London holding it down real time
Shout out to Kwesi
I've been
thinking my whole life
I had to move somewhere by the beach just to
Finally be happy and kick it with my feet up
Cos all of your noise your stress your
thinking my whole life
I had to move somewhere by the beach just to
Finally be happy and kick it with my feet up
Cos all of your noise your stress your
the beam to his fuckin face and a new case is a hurt ya
As I point the seven inch flame in about the HK
Hit the gas and get further
And hit the white boy in
Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed
I've never done it
But I do it now
Paris to LA
London to Miami
Berlin Bucharest
Warsaw, Rome, and Madrid
What's the point
Of having money
If you
break
Here in the dark, yeah, we'll be saved
I don't care, no looking back
I've never been, never been, this far from home
[Chorus]
When's
Yeah got the crowd singing yeah
Beach boy in your ho
She like a window, I can see right through
It don't matter what the weather
Wanna be by you
and how I was now ready to throw in the towel. He says, you know Elizabeth, A&R's don't know what they're talking about and I've heard your songs
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
boy I hold it down
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good
help you when you
Got on your feet
How you gon' sell a million records with no album release
Every time I get in the booth, it's like I'm out
it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to
Like the pussy, don't push me
I ain't no killer, but you know the rest
You think I caught
the bubble
I'm 'bout to fly out to London
I'm wylin' all out in public
I need my pay in advance
Amsterdam with me and my friends
Then I might head out
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
I never miss her
Red Head, Bad Bitch smarter than the average
She had boys in entrapments, I used to sing to her spanish
Driving in a Prius, she used
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
than I've ever been matter fact ever since
I could prove with evidence I'm a shootin star better let him in
Every second is critical every interval Is
I've been sippin drank, fucking on these hoes, do it by my lonely
I got his bitch actin like she know me
But in reality she wanna blow me
I took
You a joke boy
I blew 80 bands on a belt
I want it done right
That’s why I do it by myself
I’m from the beach so
Y’all already know how that is
Imma
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