Lyrics:
photo-bombin', cool, look at the camera
Flashbacks of me makin' it out the mud when I look at my Fanta
Flashbacks of me and Tatum on the lick and robbin' back in
right by while we're trying to decide
Don't lie to yourself, almost ain't good enough
Ain't no no extra lives
Leave 'em alone, how we livin'?
Very own
and the world turned and the world turned
And she walked to the deepest part of the river
And she thought about diving in
She imagined how the current would
on
I've got a sleeping bag thrown in the back
Oh, just in case it comes to that
With any luck this might end
At a camp fire down by the river bend
listen learn
Gonna make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is
that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you'll be to say
The least
East Coast Pride until I
the sky above us, why don't you bust?
Let it rain cool waters over fields, so bland
Drain down, fillin' up ponds, and the land
Lotus flowers, float upon
Only girls allowed inside so we stood by the entrance
There was no way for us to ever get in
Saw a man wearing a Speedo his t-shirt was tucked in
hers
Like I've only had this
Sitting by the river
With the sky in her eyes
I always feel like a tourist
Wanna know what it's like
I've been
We met by chance along the Roe River side
Our salt fire danced as our tea leaves dried
She hatched our plans in the atmospheric tides
Fortune
taking you for good
Yes and we'll walk by the river most every single day
And we'll eat our dinner where the tourists play
Yeah the city's old but it
Wanna watch all the lightening bugs, chasing the sunset
Breathe in the cool mountain air
Take a walk , feel the river, wash over
Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
Far from a river where things grow green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil
jag – ”Sho bre” (sho)
Tror du är bäst, spelar cool på din fest
fitta magget är fyllt, en pistol i din käft
Du pratar inte lika mycket mannen, vad har
Feeling the cool breeze is my version of heaven
So haters get zero recognition that's my lethal weapon
On and on my pen storms like jungle thorns
mean my trap jumping my shit on fleek
Got this broad on the phone telling her how it's gon be
And she say she with some friends that's cool cause I'ma
plastic, etrocities like these are drastic
Cut you open, shoved a spike in ya liver, your veins are like a river
Blood flowing through veins like roads
Mercedes coupe
Can’t let my thoughts
Get out on the loose
Don’t show my face
All up on the news
Don’t want the fame
Want a bag or two
Cry me a river
the distance
It don’t bother me none
What I start reading is the pleading
Of my techniques being needed
By a giant bastard crone
‘Till they’re fallen
The man
The hell that I knew
Don't look him in the eye
You can't undo
They're crying by the pool
He's so mean, so cool
That body that got them blind
Old
You the type where I can't address you, You just knock it off like it's all cool
Play the game, no Nintendo, she switched Yet I'm chasing like I can't
I took another kick at the mud
But my foot whiffed must have been the cool mist lifting up
Long dark cloud, hang over the river
Hand over whatever
Come on and role with me
Just shoot the breeze/
By the hudson river
Under the GWB/
The stars bout to glitter
Your eyes paint the prettiest picture
been cool as fuck
Bumping all my units up quicker
Y'all man's yearning to get me ruined, come get your
Permanence out the window
My likelihood of fucking
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