Lyrics:
my fire
Cause you're mystical magical musical fantasy is
Fueled by the good life
That ya have right here with me so
When you get cold in California
All by myself playing on repeat
I put on my high heels and I let it bleed
I pour some wine in my favorite cup
And I don't have to care if I get
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
the bad men and where I stay.
Police fly pursuit in a hurry.
This is no gun play.
Don't be scared I know the West Indies.
It's Jamaica, that's where I'm
highness, only bad chicks ride in my whips
South to the west to the east to the north
Bought my hits and watch 'em go off, go off
Yes, yes, y'all, you
The ghetto dilemma's as bad as it's ever been
People are dead, just ain't rememberin'
Roots of the rhythm and bass
Thing is as good as the
Parts that assemble
They say greatness happen at the edge of chaos
Funny how you down bad, everything pay off
I approach every single song like the play-offs
Now she
Soul mate
Before you close the blinds
Look at the blue Los Angeles sky
Breathe in the palm trees floating by
Did you ever dream you'd live
gone home
Live life to the foolish, put it on I every song
Out of good, out of bad, when I'm happy, when I'm mad
All my fucked up ways, might have got
smashing the bucket
hollering like fuck it
ill dump atcha baby mama
'cause I'm West Walking
all that stress talking to a vet
every so often is causing a mess
team
Give a fuck about what you think
Only one thing on my mind
And thats only making that green
Gotta bad bitch on my side
And she only here for that
(Drink)
Deed made the beat and I thought of west coastin (Yeah)
House party chillin smokin on that cali potent (Smoke)
But lets bring it back and talk about
was ah jit
????Them west side bitches known for suckin all dick
????Them south side hoes ain’t really fuckin wit my click
????And bouji ass hoes gone
5'10", Pale Skin, No Bullshit
Thick as fuck, now I think I gotta pull this
Them tattoos on the chest
Had to show her how we do this shit back West
of niggas sittin back and seein it
Scape through the light penetrate streets is trife
Representin from the lands of the guns and good smoke
Heavy shines,
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
(Aceyalone):
Reflections
Think about the present and the past times
Reflect on your life and the bad times
Think about the crazy and the strange
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
but I'm fresher
I'm really cool under pressure
I'm cooking up so my wrist in motion
I'm really good with that gesture
Cheffin up Im a chef
Everyday I
I'll Never Get Over
Written by: Kenna West, Lee Black & Jason Cox
Life is more with memories
Both the good and the bad
Some will remain and others
specimens,
That's some real life Jazz,
If you can't get down with it, you can scroll right past,
Walk right by, promise there's not a fucking rapper around who
got a fast car, no, I'm not a walker
And I do this shit that I rap
I'm not a talker
Look, I got the walker from my grandma
Coolin' on the west side,
that he got me
And she ride it like a jockey
Ice on me, no hockey
Look
From the 203 to the 415
West coast do be live
Hopping out of jets
Bad bitches by
throat
She from the west side of town
Forty fourth for sure
Want a bad yellow thing
Yea a porno star
I don't fuck with that regular
It's exotic by far
She
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