Lyrics:
I'm so high
Drive-by, blue skies, water breeze on my tie
That guy
Only problem is I cannot sleep at night
Bakin' in the sun and I be sailin' lasers
found out they were trash when they heard my album
Always been a lone wolf, shawty, I don't need no friends
I see life way different, you can tell just by
Their maids get yelled at by mothers who hate their fat
Their Dads go to bat, throwing all their balls at
Let's call it a sunny afternoon
Ignore the guy
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
me a bong
A Dead Guy, Session or a Mirror Pond
Double that shot
Shoot, shoot, I didn't mean from the glock
Or did I
Do enough to just get by
Or bid
alright
Bobby Sherman, Christmas album, that's where I got my style from, quite frankly
And I had this Panamanian tailor, this guy name Mr. Holt
I mean
higher
We run - desire
One by one - rise higher
We die - I know
O'kay - we go!
Hey guys, by little we die
I can no longer be forsaken
We have decided
a Mechanic
Oh my Go
I just wanna be a baller
Ko ma dun lo
Ko ma dun lo
E se kan biti jigan
Give them one on by one
O sun iyen de gor
Ko ma dun lo
Ko
Please, take off those speedos
As we break off into another one
By the wild man himself mr l-O-C
On station k, S-U-N
Song starts hmm
Yeah i dig
Mmmhm i bump
a living and there's making a life
Lessons from an old man made a young man wise
5 o'clock comes slow, but the years sure fly by
And don't let 'em tell
vibration
First things first
We all make mistakes
As years go by
Raindrops overtake
The sun is like a golden plate
Heat shines for
Three months on the date
Keizomani
lon shere yea yea yea yeah yea yea….
wo wo wo wo yea yea yea Yea yea yea yea yea yea…
No more bus stop am your last guy girlie o
When am
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
moment
Actions speak louder than words
I know who really want it
It don’t take all day to see if the sun is out
Everybody got excuses, but nobody running
Spotify wants singles
But I'm an album man
So I don't fit in well
With they're algo plan
But there's a Fan
Tan-o-Man
Who might understand
And see
valve or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
racist by a lib lib simps get mad cause I call 'em all feminized
Daegy's 6'5 and he's energized uh
Patriarchy life makes her tend to cry
White guy
White
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex
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