Lyrics:
Tree wild boys riddin' with the wind
Yell skinny dip we'd all jump in
Getting kind of high
If the girls came by
Sometimes they'd like
a lot just to get on the screen
A dollar and a dream just so I could be seen
Now mama said mama said mamakasa
Boy you better be home by nine o'clock
Mama
Oyo yo yo yo
Sabibwoi
Godblesmama mehn
She said that I am a Gangstar
say bad man no fit love
Say e get where i belong
Girlfriend judging me
and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'
A trader in furs living in exile
Boy what a kook
Look at that passport
Stale bread and paper without privilege
If you live here learn
the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation, oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation, oh
That may be so says I to him
a hunnid, I'ma still get 'em'
Walk a nigga down on that wild shit
Bro got molly, sand tan, brown shit
Bo-Boss up for a check, I feel like money man
Hold
called shot gun
And the boys piled in
We were young, we were innocent, we were guilty as sin
And every Friday night, we'd make our get away
In my
In defense of a country
That did never exist
Dog whistles incels
Blue pilled occultists
Appalled by decadence
financed by Russian friends
Recreation
and the Lost Boys
And that dude with the Huey tattoo across his back
The trains used to run here in the glory days
When copper was as good as gold
The mine
everything that I wanted to be
Yeah, yeah na na na na
Yeah, yeah na na na na
Then I became a trouble boy
Didn't care too much for rules
I took a lot
righteousness
Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we're just
Searching for that moment of pricelessness
B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
We had
I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that
island
Saying that you're from here boy stop lying
Show up when I want
And I call that Hawaiian timing
All of my soldiers be coming out here from Zion
lookin' real good
lookin' real
Hand right on my knee and he's
Doing it all good, doing it all good
He's a bad boy I can tell by his baby Grogu patch
That
Can't find another way, you left me with the choices.
cnd now I can't let go tonight, I am not that kind, no.
I tried to warn you boy, but you been
Jamaica
But I've been on that wave, that's why this year I tell yah, I don't need no favors
(Damn, Soulja Boy stunt on them haters)
And my resolution for
the vibes
If you want smoke let me know cos I'm pulling up with the block
Two in front seat, four in the back seat, strapped and we ready to fight
Boy gon
yourself wild
I been drinkin' since I was a child
Remember the dead boys
I know you outweigh me by fifty pounds
That won't matter in a couple of rounds
If
where did all the beautiful banners come from?
From ‘42 up to ‘45
The untold truth that kept the dream alive
Hidden away like a dirty secret
The boys in
ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you
Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket
Wicked
My
for loyalty
cause you’re royalty, especially
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Verse 1:
I’m KnowledgeBoy no college boy, that’s my specialty
Calling shots black
of line
Why you playing?
It's the crazy little games we play
I thought that I'd be over this by now but I'm attracted
Seems like you do this shit on purpose
section, how does it blend in
How do my thoughts land on a track and it perfectly displays where I'm at
I'm amazed by the fact that the two of us were made
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