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The sunshine state, Heaven's waiting room, Disney's resume Is calling you, But I'm still in school. Put your shorts away! Don't go to Florida, dear,
I reckon that the weather changing. The rooster laid an egg on the roof. We just got to central Florida. And everybody cutting fool. Lil momma
I reckon that the weather changing The rooster laid an egg on the roof We just got to central Florida cnd everybody cutting fool Lil momma keep
We would drive all night And on our way down Florida-bound, passing through towns If Charleston has no room, let's try Savannah Keep the moon on our
And nine months of rain It's a moldy room It's an empty swamp It's a crowded beach It's a flimsy chair It's a rub and tug It's a flying bug It's
dawned on me that I need new home furnishings So once again we filled the van until it was full Since that day, my livin' room's been much more
Dance with Florida hurricane a bit Hours turn to months hath lapsed Still in the cellar of the express house With an easy pass to the grave And the room
shaken before kickoff starts Tickets sold out no room at the game Celebrate a touchdown pose for the frame Florida State Florida State Florida State Woo
right now it’ll do, long as I’m with you I got a room with a view Of them green eyes like palm trees in a south Florida key Way you dance round that
Oh, you dream about it. Where i'm see through. This room too crowded, I can't feel my face. Won't you reach for me just one more time. i'm running
neckbone-eatin-ass nigga Always wearin my jeans baggy saggy You know Florida, Georgia, South Cakalaky Growed up eatin spam sandwiches Sugar water and mayonnaise
knock, I ran out the back door Shit I thought it was the cops, damn I fuck the bitch with a broom stick The same broom that I didn't clean my room
with me so My 313 she 'bout money, a true hustler my favorite drug And I can't forget about Florida See I meet her first but that's a different story now
Yeah I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit For real We goin' from the Vava Cinquante-Cinq,
Shit I thought it was the cops, damn I fuck the bitch with a broom stick The same broom that I didn't clean my room with Stay on my toes, no ballet
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team I got a room that's on the highest floor Never
California It don't matter if you down in Florida Atlanta, Georgia Send the addy, I'ma slide up on ya California It don't matter if you down in
dirty bass Big shark Big Fs 7 Tatted on my face Young trill I pull up and i get bug N elevate Florida boy Inka blood Bitch the throne is for
The United States Army has issued a warning Three nuclear bombs have been launched from North Korea and will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas,
need to clean up all the rules Rafael Simpson All he talk about the shoes Hoe phase crazy Anyway, I choose the room Ana Kamikaze My passenger to Florida
trigger neurosis He can clear a room With his chronic halitosis Dirty, mean, rock n' roll machine Florida raised in El Jobean The kind of guy who will
need to clean up all the rules Rafael Simpson, all he talk about the shoes Hoe phase crazy, anyway, I choose the room Ana Kamikaze My passenger
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes) In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors) Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves Court room soundin' like I'm in
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