Lyrics:
how y'all feel, brothers y'all alright
Let me see how y'all groove to this
Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
afternoon groove
My afternoon groove
Excuse me world, I´m feeling good
While peoples life is like a maze, I´m digesting mine at my own pace
In youth life
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or
An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin
But
on and try this new thing with me, baby
It's too cold
Come on now, baby
Let's take off clean
Get in this here machine
And rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket
shit, look at me inside The White House
With a pocket full of weed inside The White House
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury
played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist
been a wild since I've felt this right
Pull me closer by the waist, that's right
Boy you got me losing, losing my mind
Swear I could dance with you like
about money (Uh)
Might open up another company
Put that in an LLC (LC)
Like, "How you gonna try to sue me?" (Sue me?)
My jogging pants filled with two
The hostage will end up dead
It's just a comedy, the hostage is me
So pay the ransom beyond the run-out groove and
Get my wife down here, a helicopter
had passed me by
I'm not even sure that I have grown
And if I tried to get my groove back
Wouldn't remember where I even left my groove at
And if I
had passed me by
I'm not even sure that I have grown
And if I tried to get my groove back
Wouldn't remember where I even left my groove at
And if I
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
can have a utopia! We can
Love each other! But the rules gotta
Be fair khaled and Drake and radio and
Doc and 923 and everybody is
It just me, or did
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
stupid
Crazy stupid
Crazy stupid
Crazy crazy
With a singer like me we be spicy all the time
By the way we groove it
Way we groove it
Way we groove it
Way
singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe
In a Lamb' (in a Lamb'), with a dirty Drac'
Speedin' through the lights (lights), ain't even in no
that I'm rubberized?
Me and N9ne master meaning we murderize
We bleed 'em, beat 'em 'til they be gone feed 'em
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
so sick of being the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
Into a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way
Jose Baez couldn't beat this
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should
on and try this new thing with me, baby
It's too cold
Come on now, baby
Let's take off clean
Get in this here machine
And rocket, rocket, rocket, rocket
and smooth
Spiritual Groove, to take you through...
So come and sing along with me
Coz this vibe is so sweet...
For the right stuff, for the righteous stuff
dancing by the sink
You're the light that gets me out of bed
And the blinds that keep me in
You got that green groove, yes you do
That pop of color in
.png/219px-Nick_Drake_(1971).png "Nick Drake")
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