Lyrics:
My future way too bright, everyone needs some shades
I be cruisin' with my homies, yeah chillin' by the lakes
Just having fun, don't give a fuck
Your hand, you're showing your hand
Sad truth is life is poker to you
You're so good at playing the game
But who exactly are you
I understand I don't
verse is like shrooms and rum
Levitating out of my body or something, woke up uptown in '67
At Smalls Paradise, candle lights
Where I saw my man Bumpy
bury me under
Big pipes soundin like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you want to come at me?
your padi
She carry busy body
But she no go dull the party
How you put the booty in a tight jeans
I be good boy but I like many many bad things
Banches and I'm living on the fucking edges
Don't know my catches cause I got so many badges
They say you fly in the sky I believe clouds are low
like this and many others in the trees
Blow in the night
in the southern skies.
Southern nights
they feel so good it's fright'ning . . .
Wish I
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type
Money in all my pockets
Spilling out by the road side
Planting money trees
Creating shade just for the ones That's coming
I put that Naira in soil
to take
I can't be sure
Where it begins
Oh if the good life
Flies within
So she said
"Man I gotta get out of this town.
Now I gotta get back on that train.
in the hood
I gotta get my money riiight
If it don't make dollars
It don't make sense
I gotta get my money riiight
This shit is all good
We hustle in
Remix, see'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)
interstate sippin goose in The summer shade
You ain't getting loose baby what a Shame
Doing what I do doing what'll pay
Not the dude to lose, bet a deuce
I can't believe this life is mind
And I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet
But the truth is you just never know
And if this is as good as it gets
Man, I
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's
His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like
like this and many others in the trees
Blow in the night
in the southern skies.
Southern nights
they feel so good it's fright'ning . . .
Wish I
There's a man in town all the women know
He goes by the name of Nosey Joe
He don't care if they're married, he takes his pick
Long as they're women,
pulsing with such hope,
We digging down in the river slope
Shiny stone set me free
I'll go home a Big Daddy
Freedom is food to eat
Good strong boots upon
me
Fuck up a bit you was ready to off me
Pussy so good, I miss you in yo dorms
You got a man, hope he treating you strong
Back in my Birkin then back
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta raise a toast
To my tried
around the world in one night
Like you can (like you can). Santa, you da man! (you da man!)
No one takes a big bag of toys to so many good girls and boys
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
CHORUS:
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from
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