Lyrics:
[This is actually called 'War on Drugs' by Laughing Colors,
but everyone thinks it's GNR, so I'll leave it here!]
It was long ago,
Seems like
not come with them
Check out the scoreboard, look like we won again (yeah)
I'm at the Garden, sittin' so close to the game, I might just talk to D
Gangsters bangin, nuts straight hanging
Chillen in the allyway, signs straight beemin
Up in the air I hear they don't care
Get your mutha fuckin'
just f****d yo sister
I ain't like her picture she look different with no filter
Lighters in the air one time if you with us
No hands in the air/ just
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
gonna get started like this
And you know it, you know it
Everybody put your hands in the air
Let me see you put your hands in the air
If you came
That's one of my goals
Hood By Air, bitch I been trill
Bitch I been trill
And I'm a big deal
Fuck around with YT yeah
And you get sealed sealed
Like
In
What's it feel like
Hop up on a plane and take flight
I just might
Keep a smile on my face
Now my whole face white
Lemon pepper fresh I skate by through
Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now
beneath the moonlight
Just like a dream that never dies
Never dies, never dies
(Like a dream that never dies)
Another summer night down by the ocean
(By
felt tunes
Four by four my whip man this shit is so taboo
So tell me
Can you feel it
The tension in the air as I'm waiting for healing
Verses like
yeah, true
I just...
Folks said they wanted me to be a doctor, a lawyer, something like that
Daddy said get a job mama said get an education
So that's
was all just fun and games
Until the evening of Friday December the 8th
The mood in the air was that of happiness
Time for the Secret Santa gift
scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion
Burt Bacharach tunes they can wait
As Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back!
Just handguns all white air ones,
Niggas talkin' one on ones ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son?
your feet all up in the air
And well I'm not the one who acted like a hoe
Why must I be the one who has to know?
I'm not the one who messed up big
and hours on end
And I'll type I miss you, and still hit send
By your touch it feels like floating on air
Feeling butterflies with special flair
Yeah, I feel
for some peace of mind
Surrounded by brawlers and revelers
Why try when there's no such thing as peace of mind
Just let me wander like a child
So let
off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We smoke sour, call that flowers
I just blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée
But still, she that
years old, I got my hands on the Tec
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie's dying I'm like "Maybe we next"
That just made me
floating by
I told you once now told you twice that all snakes like to hide
We shake em down they all fall off just like a jenga pile
No tic tac toe we cross
the air randy moss
Uh, By any mean by any cost
Uh, Go put me on cable like cox
Uh, Thes colorful drugs just like dots
I gotta stay strapped like a jock
Uh,
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