Lyrics:
Born on the east coast
Sand under feet
Won’t chase a man but I’ll chase a sunset
With a pocket full of dreams
Wasn’t raised to fit a mold
Can’t
the company of strangers
Wild conversation
And the hours go by so fast
And you find a lot of wisdom there
At the bottom of the glass
But when the lights
birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild
In case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'
can't stand that shit
Done got use to it
Now i can't be without it
I hacked ya DM on the gram that shits a little crowded
Plus u got a man now don't
Woke up wit da sun in my face
I was in San Fran posted in the bay
House with a view there’s a party at my place
Drugs by the pool and the Demons
on his box
Jack boldly declared, let there be house
And house music was born
I am the seat, I am the creator, and this is my house
And in my house there is
checka (yeah, Das EFX)
(Wassup? Who wanna battle?)
(Mic check, mic check)
(Yo, in the house)
Ooh wee
Tiggedy-time to get buck wild
Call me
party
(we in the house yall we bout to bouce yall
we in the house yall we bout to bounce yall we in the house)
Nineteen ninety three
JJ and FP
(de dede de
be turned away
She'd feel alone in a crowded room
Cry when she heard a happy tune
Julie waits, her world is her window
And Julie hates, she
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
can't be tamed
Nah nah
Know I'm the one
Jbl maxed
Like Verstappen F1
Crowd forming into circle now
Feeling in my veins I was born with this power
Light
Uh
Flo
Yeah
Yea i'm counting my blessings
My born day , 2 times seven
Wild child a lil reckless
Love my style just copped necklace
Nah, can't
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
shit was never just the same
They was on that wild shit but all I did was think
My mind turned grown by the time I was 8
I could understand the world but
what)
Imma build this house myself (then what)
If it so happens to be ah mansion live in it by myself (solo)
Souljas only live once
Talking ‘wit god (bout
the hot girls at) [Repeat: x6]
Ya heard me?
Ya heard me?
The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha
Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga
Everybody
medusa's child
Born in the wild
Sent to wreak havoc on man
Woman and child
A vile creature
Who
Gave life to the grim reeper
Haunt freddy in his dreams
I
Cause it was way too crowded there's so much smoke in my lungs that my thoughts clouded will I be on top of the world
No, I don't doubt it
Oh yeah, that's
tryna stay beside you
By the way
I fell in love with your mind
Made me feel ok
When I was fucked up mentally
You kept me sane
We were young and wild
didn't have to try
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge
She moved through the crowd in
New to the world fresh out the barrio
I was an outlaw rebel
Out of my mind, young and wild
My existence defined in one word: Survive
If it could be
to Crowded House and Devo
Talk shit all night under stars that are bright
In the morning we'll go back home
Because if we're all out here then we can't be
go wild
Cause I'll be breaking this down for you yeah
Do you remember back in the days those house parties on council estate
Do you remember back in
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