Lyrics:
alright if you leave with my friend
Tom's diner! Tom's diner! That was her ringtone
I know her number by heart, but promise! I won't call
One liners, one
tongues yo
Raspy type flows, De La jones arose
Twenty five years later, ain't too much done changed, B
Owner of three homes with my eyes on a Bentley
written and composed by Ben Kohn Tom Barnes Gavin Jones
Peter Kelleher T. Jay
See I know it's been a while
Since I've been feelin' dry
I can tell
United minds of America
Make your vocal chords reach the clouds and
Touch the crowd of folks that over-stand there's no jokes
We must network
the night, can't shake it from my sight
You knew me every time, you knew me every time
On the way, I fell for every mountain range
Every endless sky, every
where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who
can't even describe.
I got a love jones for ya body and ya skin tone.
Ever since I saw you my mind's been blown.
Mean in some jeans. The best in a dress.
[Drake: Speaking]
Uh Yea Man, Vo, Back Again Like We Never Left Huh
Yea Man, Im Sending This Out To Any Of My Girls Thats Different Man
Anybody Thats
Love New Edition and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you
Because you rock my world
You come from Georgia
Where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade
sweet song
That keeps Georgia on my mind
They say the queen died but I just met the suns eyes
And I'm not trying to die before I get blinded by the light
Skylights turn into stoplights, my mind turns to you
Two hundred miles behind, off to this roadside I'm
Wondering how this cup of coffee's gonna see
thought you could disguise
I felt my way to freedom when you covered up my eyes
And I'll be off to Georgia by the nearest light of day
I hate to have
I've been hypnotized by a Gypsy Lover
Been sucker punched hard by a redneck mother
Been plagiarized by my own damn brother
Hey man, I think that's
a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
She runnin' through my mind, that's a fine idea
And I ain't Blake Griffin, I don't drive no Kia
If it ain't 10
Stoplights turn into skylines
And my mind turns to you
Two hundred miles behind, off to this roadside dive
Wondering how this cup of coffee's
Pay no mind to the youths
Cause it's not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo
Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
Pimp get the behind
Hit'cha get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies to)
(Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that
mind frame is trained in this
You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste
'Cause you walk around with full pounds by them waist
Deface property, they
opened, peace of mind
You may stumble and fall amidst the darkest night
But keep believing, my friend, it's gonna be alright
God's got a plan, He's always
like I'm Jim Jones
Bought a new chain, left it on my dresser box, where it's locked
Pulled up in some dead stocks, dress socks, wearin' crocs
Dressed
it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
My summer was long
My summer was in Georgia
My summer was nice
Nice like California
In Spring I was gon'
Gon' to California
But now I'm back home
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