Lyrics:
top dog in my city, baby I can't question this life
If I took you on a last ride, white snow with the sunshine, let me hit it while we curbside
From
I'm curbside sitting
With words I've hidden
The birds fly hitting
Notes that I couldn't dream I'd ever hit
So why cry all alone
When the sky feels so
Another rushed goodbye
Bags strewn on the curbside
You're tryin' hard not to cry
I'm tryin' not to go
I know that all you want
Is to stay up late
eyelids flip the hourglass
2am under the flood lights
Learning tricks scraping paint off the curbside
Love existed in the cold air
You're a thief, stole my
Boy on the outside
Lost on the inside
Can you help him
Before you destroy him
Born on the wrong side
Kicked to the curbside
Walking the streets
not enough
Face and that was not enough for me
I said
Catch me on the curbside
Corner of Atlantic
See me looking tongue-tied
Being all dramatic
I was
fuckin smoke
Get the fuck up out my town before dis choppa make you choke
Face shots we gon leave you curbside like a drive thru
Bang now we gon run up now
amble and abide.
But I'm stuck to the curbside, and these blurry yellow lines.
Oh, these blurry yellow lines.
I'll sing 'til I'm sober, shoes
Relationship become nothing more
Than curbside clutter
Than curbside clutter
So I'll kiss the morning air and fly away
Fly away from here today, today, today
called you.
I sit curbside and watch the world go by,
blue and red lights burn my eyes.
I sit curbside and watch the world go by,
blue and red lights burn
the afternoon
So I run it backwards
Right up to the start
Thinking how did it get to junk on the curbside?
Spending our nights apart?
Wish I could start
Smoking on a rooftop tryna let these things go
I can hear the curbside calling out my name
I know that it's bullshit really it's the same tho
Waiting
I feel like an astronaut when I'm whippin' up Double-R (astronaut)
Curbside valet at the penthouse, go right up
I been in the clouds, I been on that
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
Georgia, yeah, suicide (Georgia)
Umbrella on the Rolls Royce when I'm curbside
Yeah, went to the end of the road, then I did a 360
Got a few of my hoes
Well, the cars do the usual dances
Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the roller girl she's taking chances
They just love to see her take them
Face down with the LA curbside endings
And the ones in zeros.
Downtown was the perfect place to hide.
The first star that I saw last night was
I'll be coming back to life again (oh)
All or nothing, burn in hell or go up heaven sent, yeah (oh)
Wheels up on the curb-side, put it in speed drive
keepin' me high
Said nothin' better than the first time
I'll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don't have to spend another second
Come and get it
You'll understand
You take me as I am
I know these corners I know these streets
Curbside prophets they're yellin' at me
He can
Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on niggaz, leanin just a little bit
Trunk ?? with smoke, my bitch'll
scenes
like the Colorado slayin - cause I don't give a fuck
Speedin like we racin on the Aqueduct
Black tinted-out, government truck
Curbside on niggaz,
the best, just had to break for breakfast
Slaying through traffic, game of Tetris, little effort
Curbside service on Buren from the higher crevice
Upper
who got bitched before (bitched before)
Oh, he think he outside? Pull up on him curbside (brrah)
Hot cars not from Southside, got our shit from Herb
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