Lyrics:
Thank God for the real
I get outta my body into my feels
I'm Ray Charles In the field I can't see what is coming, but fuck it I'm here
Nate Dogg
You know what I'm talking about
Yeah yeah
Eyez shut like you like Ray Charles' cousin
My mind's made up
I done made a few dozen
Can't relate
I must
the start
I mean this architectural design
Just blew my mind
Ray Charles thinking about Georgia
I’ve got Versailles on my mind
CHORUS
I had dinner
follow my shoes
I may run on up to Dallas
But the fiddle player's got the blues
Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
And Georgia on my mind
Sure wish I could
a vast squad of men
From Asgard to have as their ass - guardians
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not famous
But I'll still get you into this
frank, but now we're just throwin' Ls down
Our hustle was our way of livin'
They ain't see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (ayy)
But we not playin'
on my mind yeah I'm trying to move south
Gotta peach ass nigga put it in your mouth
Blind to the fake shit like I'm Ray Charles
Fuck you steady hating
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
behind
I'm hoping my star's gonna shine, shine
Across the state line
Well, Tennessee keep Georgia
Tennessee keep Georgia
Tennessee keep Georgia
Off my mind
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
nerve you hear me
Aye Movin be movin
Living too big i don't see these haters they got me feeling like Ray Charles
Used to break down that pure cocaine let
Charles to my ray
I'm still gone shine anyway
Stick to the plan
Fuck what they sayin' shit
I'm bouta win yeah
They need to know what it is tell em again
I'm
Under Georgia's beautiful blue sky's
I'm Finding my new high
I'm blinded by this light
That I'm seeing for the first time
She said her heart was
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
Big Meech
Can't see these niggas like Ray Charles
He was gone before I blinked
Real niggas they gone instinct
My niggas gone live through ink
Shotta
Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can wait for the rest of my life to live with you
Staring
,
Georgia on my mind, Ribbon in the Sky singing ass niggas
You need a certain type of vision to see me baby
That's the Stan Lee Avenger talk baby
I'll still
Charles
Huh going up fuck am I waiting on
Can't be the one they take from
You getting cut off that be the way
Ain't no cap my rap except the fitted I wore
and the found, finally found my wolf pack
Homie got a problem, together we attack
The fact that you cap on hatred, that's whack
Ray Charles can't see em', hit
you after she give me brain
Embrace 2020 cause nothing was the fucking same
When your girl disappear it wasn't David Blaine, but look
Even Ray Charles
Work hard, itchy palms put some Mula in it
Play hard, spend it all, you know how to get it
Ray Charles, I don't see, nothing but my business
Every
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
fucking job wit ya
He ain't talking cream I can see it's Ray Charles to ya
When ya whip the lambo, take the Top wit ya
Oh, take the Top wit ya
Ohhh, take
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