Lyrics:
and go
Jobs, wives and children will follow
Business cards say who you are
Status and stuff, boy you’ve come so far
Years roll by ’til it all breaks
later they're throwin' rice
Then you're back to work and the honeymoon's done
Boy time flies when you're having fun
You buy a little house with
AK's like I'm a russian,
Pussy boy fucked up in the muffin got a few hoes he think he stuntin',
I'm in the Sins shorty by the Budget
Suites life I really
cause' I can
My mouth is bubbling with words, I'll write another verse
Boy you better make a move, or I can get her first
She's a sliver of the sun
population
On the beach by palm trees
Sun just hit 99 degrees
Layin down enjoyin the breeze
Pina colada yes please
This summer gon be lit
I think I made a hit
Well I wake up
Go to work
and I come home
and I put on a clean shirt
I go to the phone booth
and I call up the boys
See if they're ready to go
a good boy, / He’d have God for his father & never want joy. // And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark / And got with our bags & our brushes to work. /
Let's go
No matter how we vote it's
Bomber jacket v cold weather
Cold world frustrated some of us
Is cope better
I work the block like coke to it
work a 9 to 5, hot boy
You should see me in the summer time
Show a whole ‘nother side when I come alive
Imma stay lit and out the way
Tryin’ not to end
One called me a scoundrel, one called me a boy
One said I was crazy to love like I did
That ain't to mention
The one that you hid
That ain't
An empty seat at t-ball games
Just a sacrifice he'll make
Make it up, next weekend comes along
Years go by and that day comes too soon
That boy goes off
Everyday when i leave my house i water my grass. The lawn sings and assures me to "have a nice day while you can afford it. Soak up the sun before
freaks
I play for keeps
[Chorus x 2]
Television wood wheels
Sun roof pushed back
Take boys to school on these slabs
I'm a class act
One boppa
jockin'
Her friends they stay watch-in
Put it in work I just clocked in
Clocked out and you know I get it poppin'
I'm gone lil momma wassup
The sun go
Get in your fighter pilot
And drop those bombs off
Make your plans work
Until the mad dog is quiet
Beat resistance, break defences
Mister P.
Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound
Eight hours in the back, wind blowin with the sun beatin down
Makin plans to raise some
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