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LYRICS FOR CLASSIC BY 
JOHNNIE PETERSON (JOHNNIE CLEVELAND/WEST ONE) 
AARON HADALA (A-RON BACARDI) 
AND CHRIS KING (DOBAD).

Intro:
Out of the past

flying?
I wake up to find myself surrounded by cloud nine
Smoke fill the air like, how am I not dying?
When I wasn't writing, felt my soul doing time
Born

catch cheese like a room full of mice
Don’t be fooled by the hype, I earned my stripes
And you little keyboard niggas, not my TYPE

Step on the scene,

Brighten the lamps on the road so I can see the signs
Paul me over if speeding redirect my eyes
I'm trying find a pace, so I'll complete race
Only your word

me and the latter
The beat being collateral 
I seen my treatment ratchet up, the fare went with it
I'm only moving with my guys, they won't let air

ripe like right now
I’m at the highest point
Light a joint til’ you find a point
Smoke aggression, my confession
I grab beats by pressure points
Can’t

I'm air bud
I'm running through the genres take the trash out I'm all good
I'm making the girls wet that shit is a flash flood like aye
Idgaf what you

bottle
I'm drinkin til it's gone
I represent that TMC shit on the daily
So whether drunk or sober, bitch
You can't play me
I'll puke and rally in

Yet
Yett
Alien God

Yett

Huh
Came from the bottom how I get out
Dem niggas was hating I'm calling em out
If you not my dog then I'm sliming you out

it wet lips
Cuff my pants I don't do it for aesthetiics
If smoking was a sport then I would be athletic
Okay yea it's about that time
By 12 I'll load

me in the candle light

Ooh
Yeah

cnd I‘ll see you in morning
Waking up by your side 
Like buried treasure baby, 
I never knew what I would find
So

and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know

their heads like air
I'll find your place and no debating
I will totally put you there
I have been strengthened I do what takes
Fueled by the rage that

time in my AirBnB
I was lost and confused
I had just quit my job, short on my rent
Thought I'd get away, see if I could find me
But I found you instead

of em
She like how I move, I don't do it like most of em
Lotta frauds, not my job to expose em
But you can tell by the way they try to boast it
Let's do

hair
I don't wanna breathe the same air
What do you want
Why the hell you push the thoughts inside my head
What do you need
I wanna be freed, I beg and I

thinkin'... 
(People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) 
Yeah yeah they cheer - can they see my hand in the air? 
Need to wave 'em over here. Swear

someone down, you gotta be down with them
So I'm stroking life on some collapse doggy shii
I can't breathe, starting to look for air now
Couple smoke

What’s the move, how do you do?
I see you getting ruffled I’m just getting in the groove
Dim the lights, set the mood
Shawty flustered, blushing like

and a ship will come for you I swear 
just keep your blanket on the moon, a better life awaits you

and I'll be right there, when you're shacked up against

Hotel in Sydney

Hopsin

No Shame

2017

you find this?"
He says, "Snapchat, bro, it's all on my timeline, shit"
Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest
I looked at my girl and said,

I can't keep a secret with her scent out in the air
And I know anyone can smell it and I wouldn't even care
Smelling like her hair and it lingers in

"for her light" how lonely you are waiting at the sunday
park i'll elude you i will loose y
ou existing were no soul
apart you stand on a platform

steady getting stabbed in the back by the boys you reppin' with
And I cannot mess with that
I pull up with the best attacks
Like an autocanceled back air