Lyrics:
see us now in our bathing dresses
Oh! You in a nice rich navy
And me in stripes, perhaps? Hm
It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except
me faith to lift you up
I can feel the hunger inside of you
Caught in the moment
Taste the adrenaline
Caught in the moment
She's such a mystery
Caught
me faith to lift you up
I can feel the hunger inside of you
Caught in the moment
Taste the adrenaline
Caught in the moment
She's such a mystery
Caught
challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment I stood there In silence
Shocked by
(yeah, woo)
(Young Nick Papz, make it slap)
Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten offenders (what?)
I was in the trap
to play in a laser rain.
[Big Rich]
Nigga you got two strikes and I got two strikes
We can feudally no fuckin witness tonight
But if this is what
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattooed conclusion
That the big one was knocking
Uh, okay
Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches,
at the opps (pop)
Caught a nigga with his bitch
Slippin' at the light, he got in his top
Hit him in his top
Hundred racks on your T-O-P
Fuck nigga, that's
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with
well off
[Chorus]
Call me crazy shit at least you’re calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know its easy to get caught up in
get it, I'ma float
Gone are the days we was close
Now when I see you, I look at you just like a ghost
A shell of your former self, so caught up with
A big car come fast down the boulevard
Spider stood caught in its headlights
Got hit and went down hard
Car sped away Spider held his stomach
Limped
hooked that shit up man, this shit's jumpin' off tonight
It oughta be happenin' at 4 in the morning
Ah alright, we got somethin' for their ass
Quiet,
Where the men in their Mercedes
Come nightly to employ
In the cool San Diego evening
The services of the border boys
He grew up near the Zona Norte
the track
They got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight game on the mic
Cause he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike
He's
out on niggas, reload it, I'm in the moment
Out the mouth, foaming at my opponents to catch the bonus
We never put them on notice and if you noticed
You like ridin' around with your big brother, in your uncle's custom van
You want to bleach your hair so bad, but your mama don't understand
,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
too often
Your bitch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (yeah)
We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin call
them hoes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasing cash
And you got some big titties with
a stoke in my right
In between counting my profit's
Poker face as I soak up the taste
Of display of women on my sofa
Doing the type of things I love so much
curious and caught up in the moment?
Can you hold me down when I'm across the ocean?
Can you control it?
Do I got you way too open to be open?
Would you
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