Lyrics:
Extraterrestrial, oh
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
I
in the streets all I could do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in common I'm not a B.O.B
(Hold up) hustle hard and I'm hands-on I'm a good guy that
Cuz am to pm I'm out here trynna get some guap
They freeze when you see em because i pulled up in a drop
She all in my dm n' now im bout to get some
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
like the book says
You'll see later
And when I'm gone I guess I'll see if I
Have ripped apart my insides just to get by
Habit builder, life breaker
I
ct 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design
So that she'll have some self-control at dinnertime
Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon
So who
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It's one pm
And I miss my friends
Nothing to do
Wanna spend time with you
What can I say? It's been a long day
Of redundancy
And it's been too hard
Yeah
Bruh
They, they coming for us
Bruh
They coming for us, yeah
Yeah this PM is sus
Yeah this PM is sus
Bojo
Yeah you can fuck right off
Lil' punk
With Bob Horry, I'm never alone
Horry, waiting for you by the pipeline
Horry, waiting for you by the pipeline
Philip Seymour Hoffman, help me
fallen for the worst of you
And I know I've fallen for the worst
Another night goes by
Another night goes by
Another night goes by
Three pm
Wipe the sleep
Yebo, been hustle from the AM to the PM still keep it G
Eastside tjo do it right straight from PMG
If I don't do nothing Ima rep from the dust
Ain't
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch an inch
When she'd rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit,
Club Life -
Music by Bob Baldwin
Lyrics by Marcus Anderson
CHORUS 1
There's nothing like the life
Nothing like the life, feels good
Feels good to me
Four leaf clovers on your mind
We searched the whole time for good luck to press between the lines
Sun went down by 8pm
But I'm not going home yet
ya'll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga
Wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there
These niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that
but we'll conquer it all,
Snowflakes fall around us, by the fireplace, we stand tall.
You're my guiding star, my fire, my love so deep,
Every time I
to the people
It's got nothing to lose
You can bob it, weave it
Some love it, some lеave it
Knowledge is powеr but some keep it a secret
Some really need it
Some
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
crash
You carved on my arm with your blood
(A symbol of release and relief)
I get blinded by (your memories)
I painted a picture with your lies
(Lies,
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
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