Lyrics:
Uh, for 3 months and 4 weeks and 6 days
No time for sleep, ain't no callin' in a sick day
Building the gallery as only we can
Glass display
Birthday not in May, but I been trying to view this life in perfect picture,
Be a tourist, for days I couldn't afford it
On the road to riches, I've
atlonics
Demonic is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics I palm it
You stay to bomb it
Like tourists that's Islamic
I enter your
to the game
Spectator watching cautious
I'm going back two back bad boy pistons back in the day
Let me do as I please
I'm the rawest going farthest
Bob Ross I'm
all my smiles
It is a mystery my own X-Files
Why I'm like this chased by six six six
Hope I ain't the prime suspect just a tourist
Have had some hard
first rap song so
Here I am swamp drippin' in my Insta pictures
Here I stand with my day ones
And my misfit's in it
And I'm to blame for the rebel new age
philippe on my wrist
448 going far
Two two three seven six two's on my hip
Trying to get connected might go take trip
Fours in a two only water I'm drenched
an answer for everything.
4-6-3 an x, an o
And I can't think of a better way to end the day
4-6-3 a punch, a kick
And I can't think of a better way
through the alley with six dudes
Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views
The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
The other four homies
right, come with me
I can get your head right
It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay
After the show I'm tryin' to kick it the King Kong way
do, what I say, how I play
And hope that I make it through the next day
'Cause the streets are like a jungle, they got me say
Oh eh oh eh oh 'cause
to say
3K, took me three days to get here
It took her six hours - that equal twenty-three years
Love won't let me wait a minute more
There's a bomb
of shook tourists hugging their purses
I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair
A mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare
Nobody knows, no, nobody knows
Yeah, Listen
Mom and pops from Haiti so I'm first generation
Since day 1 they were stressing education
But nah f' that
to sign a deal nobody called us
Travel round the earth
Just like tourist
Let the world sing
Like a chorus
I keep things blooming
Im like a florist
Forever
man known to turn home boys to tourists.
I love the JVC Force and MC Shan,
but draw upon dreams and fractured memories.
I've factored remedies
Joe spoke no english but he had a dream
And he saved up most of his pay
To bring his wife and six kids from Lebanon
And settle down here to stay
You
ribs.
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Paula, cough up that burger and fries.
Hams on my left, double cans, Bob's got high.
Give
now)
Spoke to Fatboy the other day, he say he's still gettin' money, what's new?
(Still gettin' money, you know ain't nothin' new to us, nigga)
All
By the Time I Get to Phoenix
Was the last song on your mind the day you left
You woke up in Nogales
With Tequila with her name across your chest
Who knew shorty got me like the flu? Sick days, head on, six waves
Minds gone, never thought I'd be alone Wintertime, bundle up before the storm
lit
Search me if you want you ain't getting shit
Cheez
Life's been great
Made a bill by the beach with a weed cafe what a lovely day
These tourists
Tropical breezes, Yumas on beaches, it’s a nice, sunny day
Driving the tourists, boisterous and boorish, in my old Chevrolet
Americanos adinerados,
Till the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on (six-seven, click-clack!)
I'm drunk from the show last night but
I gotta catch
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