Lyrics:
songs[00:44.80]When you feel the sunshine[00:49.26]Reflecting off of Superior[00:52.64]It's such a warm embrace[00:57.33]Our day would be prolonged[01:21.98]Follow
makin
When you ain't by my side you know that my days rainin
Open up in my songs, y'all don't hear what I been sayin
Really gonna make it out, I'm doin
the Waffle House and met a bitch from England
I just left out west and they in love with a nigga English
Gelato 33, I hit it once now I can't breathe
She been
come in for a visit your opinion is changin’,
Drive by Hollywood just to catch a dream,
You never know who may be seen,
Run into a group of stupid
ON ME BcBY GIRL CHEcT ON ME, YOU GONE LEcVE EM BY THE END OF THIS SONG I NO YOUR HEcRT cND YOU cINT NEVER MEcNT WRONG LEFT c COUPLE FLOWERS IN YO
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted
She a baddie
She a baddie from the west
She wanna show me love
Imma show it back now she's never stressed
Baddie from the West side, yea
Bagged
nobody
This is the part that the thugs skip
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That
after I slug you then I hug you
If I gotta dead you know it's only 'cause I love you
Shout it out from East, West (from South to Northern)
From
conquered death[00:55.86]And how you gave your best for me[00:58.63]I wrote another song about your love[01:01.69]How it reigns and has no end[01:04.54]But
the pen
Or the rush from the stage
With Chris Shawan and Dave
Thinking it was easy
To make a song and get paid
Cause we was kids
The stupid shit we did
Listen to the song cry
I say can y'all hear the song cry ain't no more going thru it
I'm just getting by
Listen to the song cry
Listen to the song cry
I
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
But We just be Yeetin like we're Markus Wheaton
All of our fans they be like WesT
All of our fans on the edge of their seats
All of our fans yeah they
Hanging onto every word like I'm a stupid little girl
Say you love the way I sound, can't even name a single 歌 (song)
Show me off to all your
at the stars
And gaze upon His handiwork
John 16:33, take heart, He overcame the world
2010, NOTW print on my shirts
And now it's Golf Wang
Taking giant steps
We the people want to fix it, but disappear if we try
Twisted media will show the revolution televised
This song is probably already flagged by the FBI
gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab
West, Tommy, and we lookin' for the true one
Swung on Richmond, Holla, TV Johnny
I need 33 diamonds like Patrick Ewing
A lot of these niggas don't know
너무 비싸
Hold me down from the west to the east side
인생이 사는 게, ooo, 너무 비싸, 너무 비싸
Seaside we can kick it by the wayside
Till my dollars stacking up
I took a flying lesson on my 33rd birthday, instead of calling you
Or parking on the block where our old place used to be
Genesee, genesee,
it all for New York and this love no need to thank me
Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga
Uh, fast money I don't slow dance,
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