Lyrics:
to celebrate
I prolly should be rockin' somethin' tailor made
They wishin' I would stop but I accelerate
I got a bottle with some molly in the cellophane
drippin' like eel
Couldn’t get home so I had to steal
Out in Tokyo, I’m dropping a bomb
Buckle expensive 'cause it made by Tom
Shit on fire I dropped
and that ain't even cap
Skiing up in Switzerland, Bae you're chilling with a star
I'm hated by her mum
But I still made her cum
Just because I ain't text you
the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country
the railroad track
The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade
Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made
The people passin' by they would stop
I'm self-made complete a eudaimonia ploy
Self made handmade
Self made homemade
Big blue and the bigger man
The shades matched the wader brand
Big blue
niggas up in the club like a fool
Money Marijuana Women that's the only thing that can really bring out the mood
They don't know it's 30 shades 30 haze man
the middle of nowhere, surrounded by
Good ole boys in 4 wheel drives
That get down and dirty
But still sing Amazin' Grace
American made professional grade
his pipe
Grave digger
We gone hit em' by the night
Made nigga
I'm counting blues up in the light
Tried to chop it up today you get gone by tomorrow
Real
I be talkin bout love in almost every single track
Some mistakes I've made wishing I can go back
I'm a demon baby girl please don't get close I'll
exploded
Dying out like winter butterflies
Buried in the snow
By cruel luck
Love feels stronger
But you forgot it
Stumbled, made no sound
Lift up your head
2017 trap nigga, swag swag
Real Life
Im just tryna keep mysel from out these streets
I keep my shades on to protect my vision cus' its heat
I'm in
Plaques on plaques on the wall
Made that shit happen in a heartbeat
Got a shorty number in a heartbeat
I ain't had to stress in a heartbeat, no, no
smokin' on haze
Not tryna floss, Cartier shades
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid (what?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd,
made me feel like someone
I don't care if you stay late
We can wake up and lay in the sun
Or lay in the shade
That's all I'm asking
She radiates
Like
probably forget it
You help a nigga twice
You're officially his crutch
I understood this back when I
Was just a young lad
Couple lies and a couple lines in
they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in
forever drawn
No more disheartened by the dawn
No matter if the thirst be small
I'll take it if it be my will
Should I be made to plead and crawl
I
away) Bombs away
And it seems like, in the grand scheme of it all
The world's run by a few people and we never seen them at all
How do they exist if
sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh, sit beneath the trees, linger in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
Seven thirty something days
Caught up in reality
Lost in my own thoughts
Tree giving me the shade, I need baby
Can you show me peace on earth
Do you
a world made for two
The smells of perfume and your childhood room
The sand in your shoes, regretful tattoos
Exs sweaters, handwritten letters
Beers by
aint no amusement park
Guess that's tha confusing part
Oh well look
Life goes on gotta propel
Setting up shop by tha DJ booth
Pool party in Vegas at tha
It's not too late I can put on my chain
Oh yeah it's not too late in the streets gotta look both ways gotta watch what you say
I can put them
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