Lyrics:
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
Plastic paradise facade
Shopping malls and soccer moms
Sunset beaches on the rocks
Arnold palmer add some schnapps
Skater boys that know they're mad
(Two Of Dem)
A Big Profit In That Greenery
We Not Stoppin By The Beach Just For Scenery
When Here It's 45, Up Here It's 65
Meet U In Carolina
you boys are the end
You're gonna take over from our last weeks trends
You're gonna be huge once your advance to spend
Sonny watch your money cause
and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the woman and children, soon we'll be
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
boys that look like Johnny Versace
To meet you at Miami Beach
You wear black all the time, you look wack all the time
Got the nerve to try to pose
On a crowded beach in a distant time
At the height of summer see a boy of five
At the water's edge so nimble and free
Jumping over the ripples
I gotta' lotta' things to share with you boy
I'm checking for ya', call me baby sometime, I'll tell it to ya
I'm feelin' all this chemistry between
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
hear the old guitars a playing on the beach at Honaunau
I can hear the old Hawaiians saying komo mai no kaua I ka hale welakahao.
It won't be long
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (nigga, you ain't shit)
Damn, that boy, he back at it again
Droppin' bars when I pick up the pen, so let's
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
the dreaming starts, oh oh
I turned and turned again
Beneath the burning sun
I was just a boy again ooh, mmm
Nobody's gonna take any chances
It's hit-and-run,
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
One, two, three
A boy that grows up in a beach town
And never learns to surf
Sounds like the perfect distillation
Of my time spent here
a new set of laws
And we'll still break those
Get a new list of drugs, we will take those
Standing on the block in my b-boy pose
Nike sneakers on my feet
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
he really never had a chance
So I Stack albums before I go kick the can
I can't
cye these fuck boys in a trance
Don't understand how im rich and im
You lying
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying
My partners sick up kids, they take what they
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
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