Florida (feat. Xeb Da'One)

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Kevin Rene Cadogan (born August 14, 1970) is an American musician, singer, songwriter, record producer, and guitarist. A founding member of the band Third Eye Blind, he performed with the band from 1993 to 2000. He co-wrote some of Third Eye Blind's most notable hits, including "How's It Going to Be", "Losing a Whole Year", and "Graduate", 10 of the 14 songs on their debut album Third Eye Blind as well as six of the 13 tracks on his final collaboration with the band in their second album Blue. Cadogan and Stephan Jenkins signed a recording contract with Elektra Records in May 1996 which was later reported as the largest recording deal ever for an unsigned artist and launched Third Eye Blind into stardom. In 2011, Cadogan was honored on the show Pensado's Plac… more »

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We was them youngins like
When we was in the trenches
It used to rain all the time
You feel me, we ain't never have no sunny days
We ain't have no days where stuff was really happening
In life you just got to keep going
I ain't see sunny days
So I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis
Like they comin straight outta Florida
(Hot Hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida
(Come to florida)
I ain't Kodak
But I'm vibing on the beat
(I'm vibin)
My flow so slippery
I be slidin on the beat
(I'm slidin)
God come and get me
Cause I'm fasting through the heat
(I'm fastin)
It's a quarter for some feet
I told them boys I'll pay the fee
(I"ll pay the fee)
I ain't do 9 to 5 for 3 years I'm lit
Lil shawty keep asking me
"How you make the money you get?"
I keep lil bro next to me
My youngin is my jit
God keeps on blessing me
I ain't stressing bout no chick
Yea Yea
I'm still gone drop
Cause I'm hot
You should turn the fan on
In my city I get love
Cause I keep these bands on
In my city I get love
Cause I see the endzone
I get my woahs from the 6
I took my bros out the mix
I ain't see sunny days
So I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis
Like they comin straight outta Florida
(Hot Hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida
(Come to florida)
We some bread winnas
Money come in rolls like the 6
We some head spinnas
Brody never told what he did
(brody never told)
I was head sinna
God told me woah you should quit
To shake the hate
I was getting baked
I was getting fried cause of haters
They tried to hang me
By tryna claim that I was paper weight
But I'm getting paper
I got family iont never see
I ain't never been to the bay
Cop tried to hawk me down in the A
I got away
I did the race
I still regret taking L's to the face
I still regret the shawties I baed
They never love me
Not like they say
They never trusted me
Not like they say
I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less
I tell em aye say less
I tell em...
Say less
You did the race
Cause the bread
That you ain't pay back
Mom I'm on the road
I quit my job I get more pay checks
Dad ain't never know
Bout my goals but I chase that
Money I break Iont take back
You in my face cause I take jets
I grew up fast
I got raised on the sev
When the shooting got real
I got right in the draft
I dream bout the field
Every night that I slept
They ain't picture me ballin'
Back on the drags
You spending that time
Chasing a bag
Money I spend iont make
All of them buses I took
I ain't never wan take
That's how it is
That's how it is
(Yea yea)
We used to hop on them trolleys
Even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days
It don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk
I ain't care he gone preach
It don't mean none
The streets still hot
They servin that pot
They gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea
I ain't see sunny days
So I came down to Florida
All my youngins hotboiis
Like they comin straight outta Florida
(Hot Hot)
I'm catchin vibes from Florida
Kodak down in Florida
Xeb down in Florida
You should come to Florida
(Come to florida)
We used to hop on them trolleys
Even though we ain't have no money
Yea we still got training days
It don't stop, not even on Sunday
Pop tryna talk
I ain't care he gone preach
It don't mean none
The streets still hot
They servin that pot
They gone bake in the mornin'
Yea yea

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