Lyrics:
alphabet city
She likes to party in the backseat, under the bridge on the Brooklyn side
Smoking cigarettes in the afterglow, taking bets till the sun
super I’m sayin that nobody changin i’m starting to notice just how to be famous. Gotta be focused but aimless
Snatch off they dope off the table
We didn't start as friends, baby
The best, baby regrets, baby
I saw you naked, the first time we met, baby
Come get, wavy hold my hand, save me
I
for some bitches
You ain't livin' right (Niggas lame)
Not impressed by your hoes
You don't pick 'em right (Niggas weird)
Naked bitches in the pool
We
Pérignon, mmm
Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
On the come up
On the come up
Sun up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my
And left me there for dead upon the sand
And I thought I was done
Lying naked in the sun
When much to my surprise, who should pass?
But this old friend
pain
Again and again...
Where the mountains shadow the landscape from the sun
Where there's eternal dusk, and the ashes turn to dust
Where the storms
Any man would take it
Can't go back once you taste it
You wanna be famous
I know your type
I see no soul through your eyes
Blinded by the lights
I know
bread I bet she get naked
What they gone do wit me when I'm famous
I'ma fry they ass up like some bacon
Mr.Spill I'm so underrated
When you mentioning
Star gazing
Late night conversations
Imagining what it would be like to be rich and famous
Practicing in front of an audience that's deaf
Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show
Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus
The Earth...manipulates itself beneath
And we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin')
I made the whip get naked (what happen?)
While I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet
And we in the street life 'til they call the law (ballin')
I made the whip get naked (what happen?)
While I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet
my dreams I'm running there,
Swimming in the lake
While wahtcing the sun rise up
Naked in the wind and warmed up by the sun
Naked in
I'm not famous
Not your greatest
You don't love me anymore
I can see it in your eyes
I can tell by the lies
You don't love me anymore
I can see it in
I count the stars one by one
Pick the pocket of the sun
I gave you everything
(I gave you everything)
With no regrets I'm standing here
Shiver
Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos
Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack
As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak
I'm just a baller,
this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come handle
at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
(Gordon Lightfoot)
He was standing by the highway
With a sign that just said Mother
When he heard a driver coming
About a half a mile away
So he
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
the mornin
When the sun rise, we be on it
Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live
Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon slide?
Baby, when we gon slide?
of foals
Coal eyes
Mesmerized by my basilisk thighs
Forlorn core was brew!
Move my team by dream floods
Watch us buy the blood
Flow of lambs
Sanitized
I once said in a cypher of famous friends back in 2011
"Who do I catch?"
Outside of technicians' tunneled Tech vision
At a point in time when dope
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