Lyrics:
let me beat in your back
Girl I'm in the mood , it’s crazy how I just get triggered by seeing you smile
I’m telling the truth , I swear when I’m
things man have never known or even overlooked
Sista, Sista
You been on my mind
And I want you to know that you are one of kind
You're one of a kind
I like it laid back, like a baby blue Cadillac
Easing on down the road
I like it nice and slow, layin' low
Rollin' anywhere that the wind wanna
probably wait out the storm, by morning back at her dorm
Cool
She spent the night with a friend alright
But probably out of spite a nigga named Steven
First
the right thing like Spike Lee
And look out like you're sightseeing and invite me in the back and bite me in the (God damn)
Shake that ass and titties
Mama said don't disrespect the faculty
But I'm like fuck the staff
Why they mad at me
Niggas don't got my back they
Tryn' put in a battery
(Now back
the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze,
Here's another thing that you can
Do on the piano, if you have one around
If you get tired of playing "Home On
The Range, " by colors uh
You have
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
blessings you should learn through
Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks
It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back
That
you for my wife
Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
They saw the same things at once
They shared the kind of stuff everybody dreams of
Finding out
off like
"You got me"
Laid there playin' dead
And when he checked my pockets
I jabbed my fuckin' thumb knuckle deep in his eye socket
By now
a tricky little thing
Showing all the ways to keep a man like me
Red wine, her eyes are mine
Everything I do, I do it all by design
Late night, we go for
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers
Making mushrooms out of men
That's okay I guess
If you like this kind of, kind of thing
This kind of thin,
up
And Ive gotten even smarter and I drag alot harder
The smokes so thick I'm just laid back
You on some hoe shit we don't play that
Y'all were
I had to fight for my life by giving out death
It might not sound right, ill choose when im laid to rest
Take flight im out of sight, leave them cold
because of you)
It's all because of you (I've got em I've got em)
And those freaky things you do (let me tell you a story)
As we leave the club,
Ridin' with my seat laid back, windows down let the music blast
Light up my weed and I pass, takin' my time hope it last
I didn't think it'd be like
touching a thing
Hell yea I’m wicky, I get busy, hit them with that Glizzy and
I don’t own tickets so I’m gon switch a pair if it get tricky
I found
to relax (yeah)
I was searching for some love, but then I leaned back (damn)
I swear that feeling's like a drug, I always relapse (drug)
Now I've been
I see it in ya eyes
Ya wish ya did right by me, wish ya never lied
Wish ya would've tried a little harder to keep me
Wish you would've never broke my
with my dickies on
Game recognize game, Mickey shit is a no
Parking lot pimpin' cold, bagging niggas by the load
Laid back and relaxed, yeah I make it
coastin
(Laid back in the shade
Wanna chill? Come and catch this wave)
Life is for livin and I'm laid back
Coolin in the breeze, wind blowin through my
Words and music by John Kay
And we carried him down the hollow
Where we laid his kind soul down to rest
Then we sang until the dawn just to him
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