Lyrics:
you i wanna care with you
I wanna travel round or sit and breathe air with you
Moral of the story is i love you
And i promise i will read it every-night
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
I make broke look good
More time I supply just tryna get by
You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split
They always send me to try to stop
empty chairs
There was a rumour pavarotti would sing there
To raise funds for a music school but then the
Whole thing vanished into thin air
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Luccketta)
She comes on softly as she moves across the room before me
I can't resist, I'm hypnotized, I'm surrounded by her
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for
down in Florida so I fled to Tennessee
Don't judge a book by a cover I got a long story
The voices saying that they coming to get me but I am not worried
we’re left to bare
All the damages caused by this love in the air
Did I say love? I meant to say hate
There’s a fine line between but it's an endless
on my timbs theres blood on us
Got got got blood on the benz got blood for my love
Got got got blood on my timbs theres blood on us
Got got got blood
like a pair of Nike Airs
You might be scared of my striking lightning stare, rising highly I'm the heir
See me flying in the air, last album took
songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
manners your friends don't matter
Skrr skrr skrr
Yeah you hate those rappers
I don't even care coz I do it better
Love is in the air and I'm not a good
talking air supply
Call me air male cuz im always super fly
Colleagues be like wait hold up pause
Catch on the first time woulda solved a whole
Boatload
That your plug couldnt even supply
Guess love is the drug that we're seeking in life
And we lack it, distracted by magic and lies in the back of my mind
the love of my life
Pull it out the jar
Roll that weed inside a two dutch cigar
Bring 'em both together
Conservative style, we don't know no better
We just
the streets
Street Iove but no love from the streets
It's Cold out Keep an FN for Heat
These hoes out trying to fuck over me
I know not to give a fuck bout
The willows turn to blood might of worked
Sip a little, litter it, love it
Without big beetles trying to sell him
Sunflower seeds by the bucket might of
Tugboat
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