Lyrics:
Girl cologne you smashin' it
Jump in take a spin destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin'
She replied, "Street, you
магазин, хоуми, ты не заходи (oh flex!)
Right now I don’t give a damn shit
I feel like it’s movies and it’s Heaven’s Knocking (yah)
Run up and run up
and anxiety, so I take shii day by day
Seen so much shii in the streets, it's kinda hard to pray
Since a jit, had counselors, aint feel the same at all
Fighting
Jane it sure looks like rain
These Canadian plains
And their windblown hair
Jane the bruise colored clouds
The smell of the ground
In
focused
Pull up and spreadin' my arms
Vacant location, don't know where I'm goin'
Made it out of the city don't feel like I won
Just like a big brass band
That makes me want to sing
It’s not rocket science
It’s not as if we’re swallowing the sun
just a little artistic/poetic/
Gone for a minute but I'm back now
Old hoes tryna trap me like the dog pound
Pussy nigga try it we gonna get yo ass by sun down
Oh he a stain he
ah, ah ah)
Hey
Skin the color of cinnamon
His eyes light up and I melt within
Feels so good it must be a sin
I can't stop what I started
I'm
just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady
a maniac, walk like a king too
Spiked hair, don't care, Oxfam outlaw
Rap band rips it out, you're buzzing like a chainsaw
[Chorus]
High-rise reptile
fairly safe to say
Can feel more like an hour or the entire day
In the land where time means nothing
Not hard to slip away el Diablo baila sábado
Y los
younger
Life is sweet and I still feel the hunger
And I still wanna dance, so crank up the band.
Cause the older I get the more I feel like rockin
I'm not
I never want to talk about it this way
But I'll be ironic, cause life is ironic
Like an uncolored boring game
Cause every day is just the same
on my Macintosh, I can't wipe it off
I-I-I be turning up, how can you not blame me?
Designer drugs, feel like the 80's
I be on a yacht, feel like
Butterfly blade by my side, never let me down
Brass knuckles to his jaw, if the boy actin' out
Can't close his mouth, now he lookin' like a fuckin' trout
And you know exactly what Im gonna wrap it in
My
Rubber Bands
Rubber Bands
Word to Jay-Z (aye)
Got a bag Im tryna double up the same week (same)
Same week,
my lonely
Feel like I'm tony
Bust shit like ginobli
Clutch like I'm Kobe my blonde bitch a trophie
I don't give a fuck You know I got my bands
will be back
For the Spring air
You're going down easy
Eyes baked by LCD
Like a box of Sun Maid
A night light with the boogeyman inside
It's
my hands all the same
Young, free, balling, switchin' lanes
When i'm gonna get back up
Get it on my own i don't need backup
Bands in my hands all
the band start to play
A real cool and way-out sound
And if you get the Can't Help It, when you can't sit down
You feel like you gotta move around
You
Who are you? I don't really wanna talk
On the ice since a youngin'
We were bound to flop
Hear it crack like the knuckles
On a brick wall
'Cause we
Hey, ho
Here we go
California, by the sea
I could be livin' in the lap of luxury like on TV
And that's all good
But it'll never make me feel
and gentlemen, once again
As if we never left
It's MTV Unplugged
I'll be your host this evening
I go by a couple of names
Some people, they call me a lot
dirty like Keisha
And my bands up like Kesslers Yo' realness I question
Alumni rap, with a blunt full of the best
Take a look over here might feel like
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