Lyrics:
Fell down but not falling
Hear depression calling
Watch the shadows crawl in
Better in the morning
Hit the gas and floor it
Take a trip to Florida
My
This nigga here
Bad bitch straight out of Georgia
Body banging, memories of Florida
Melodies, harmonies, and douja
Make you miss me, barely got
Florida boy I'm Florida grown that's how it be
Street fight and Sunday school in the same week
I try to honor God but sometimes I be weak
They be all
Bad bitch from Florida, take her down
She wanna fuck me, take her down
I gotta leave she make a frown
Got a bitch I spin around
Bad bitch say she from
Once upon a time, there was a little mouse named Max who lived in a cozy mouse hole in the sunshine state of Florida. Max loved his home, surrounded
him FLORIDA man
Free my uncle LJAY
Man he gon come out
We gon ball again
Let him go now
Huh ima florida jit
Start fucking with me
And smack you n your
these praised fantasies
About what we're
Gonna do when we get on stage
You see? And Florida being the great place
That it is has quite a few
Of these
She says ""I don't see myself here,
I don't know myself here,
I've got to find myself somewhere else""
She says she's moving to Florida
That's where
baes, black things
These are black-owned things
Black faith still can't be washed away
Not even in that Florida water
Not even in that Florida water
Florida's missing keys, El Dorado,
Spain or bust, Eiffel Tower, Paris, just find your way in.
You should leave this house, leave this town,
All that's
He says Florida is slowly sinking,
sinking into the ocean
He says the housing tracts are built
on half facts and the rest half fiction
And I
Florida to Rexdale, I got some good ones, got some
Henny-Twon to L.A., I got some good ones, yeah
And they don't know they part of my collection
New
a flawless design
It was always worth it
That's the part I seem to hide
And the busy ant empire
Put up the closing sign
Even as I left Florida
Sure as the summer in Florida's sunny
I'd say that's right down the middle
Ain't no doubt, not even a little
Will I love you for the rest of my life
California
It don't matter if you down in Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Send the addy, I'ma slide up on ya
California
It don't matter if you down in
I'm a Florida Boy
Party till 4 in the morning
I do not stop I keep going
Used to flip o like a coin
4 on the dot like a point
I'm a Florida Boy
a billionaire
Florida la la la la la
Florida la la la la lo
How they laugh at the Sunshine State
Til the moment it starts to snow
Then the passengers crowd
Ayy, you know it's me, I'm poppin' out, I'm sittin' right here on the beat
On my florida, this shit, I'm poppin' off, In L.A. views, but i still see
Don't need GPS, I know the route
Florida baby but I feel like I'm the coldest out
Niggas think I blackballed my teeth the way I froze 'em out, uh
matter how many dribbles I took, I got beat out by Cohen
Goddamn, don't you try to, meet the quota, you gotta aim for the stars and land in Florida
Don't
bringin' my baby back
Well, I'm going down to Florida and get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy and get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that
Bringin' my baby back
Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange
Bringin' my baby back
Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that
Bringin' my baby back
Have to change harmonicas faster than kiss a duck ya know?
Going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
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