Lyrics:
February 20th, los angeles, california
I'm in the studio with death grips
They're working on their new album at sunset sound studios
6650 sunset
I told her please don't leave
Your grand daughter's two years old
I dropped two albums in the same month
Doing anything for cash, plus my trap
Hello from the Atlantic
Hello from the Atlantic
Hello from the Atlantic
Hello from the Atlantic
Aye, I just wanted to say hi
Stop on by and look in
(lingo)
Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred
But my album ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single
Well I don't give a fuck about no hit record
I'ma
who they are
Just to try and gain some credibility
So they could feel accepted by a stranger
It's a person that can take the failures in their life
leaving behind[04:22.49]A wife and two sons[04:24.63]I was visited by his cousin in a dream[04:27.05]And woke up in an overwhelming[04:29.04]Flood
bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your budget outta
a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City
pay
And my wine (?) and my shrimps sauteed
And I'm chillin' in LA with (?) for the day
Ain't that a bitch?
Foot up on the dash, ain't no brakes in
smash
The album, the third
The trilogy will be heard from Toronto to Pittsburgh
Yo Ev do we got retail in Afghanistan
(Man I don't know
Light another blunt up and pass around
It's Saint Starr and Saint Hoov so it's about to go down
To the Boondox so I don't wanna hear shit
You bitches
coming
Planks I lay my head keep bobbing
Up on top the ocean
The Atlantic wind
Winter is here again (Lay by)
I settle back into hibernation
I hope it
playin' Wooden Leather, that's alright
Nah nuh-uh we not broke up
Left Atlantic records, we woke up
Yeah yeah Skinny's doin' fine
Florida is special,
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Go get that Carter album too when it drops
It's supposed to be June 22nd or something
I don't know, it's up to Universal
But
on the phone like
Nigga you should take the thrown
When that album coming nigga hurry up what's taking long
Get up in the studio lay them records get em gone
My
Got the goons in here, yeah, and we roofer this bitch lit, yeah
Then we suited up, we toolied up, we booted in this bitch
I ain't playing no games, I
themselves aren't for sale
Money, noisy though it is
Doesn't talk that loud
But you can buy this album - you
Probably have, unless you're just browsing
In
Summertime surfers try to ride my wave
I'll be chasing paper
'Til the day I'm in the grave
Teachers just gave up on me
Because I misbehave little do
from the faces that I damage
I put your fuckin' brains in the Atlantic
To fuse y'all fuckers with
Your cainery and panic
You talk about hammers
And I'll
the truth
I heard that you think we a fool
Came from nothing now we up in the stu
Im doing my thing man what's it to you
You want some problems I give it
and glancing
You know when you walk in the room
You light everything up girl your vibe is enchanting
Got a bond that's as deep as Atlantic
You put up with my
Couple demons at my neck boy let me at em
Too many diamonds on my neck they throwing temper tantrums
Jesus Christ in my ice I'm cold as the Atlantic
And the Mississippi River's flowing downstream
Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere downstream
Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere downstream
Gonna meet you in the water
Do anything for the dick
Baby girl moving sadly
I told you we'd get it im holding my own
Ain't no way we'll regret it I'm stuck in my zone
You up in
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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