Lyrics:
(haha)
Talking all that shit but she can't see me with her blind ass (pussy hoe)
Her boyfriend in my DM's saying, "Ooh, I need your fine ass" (hey, haha)
Is blowin'
Far out from the west
The zephyr Is pullin'
The pain of from your chest
Freezin', believin'
Quiet in the night
cwaken courageous
By
I stroll the streets of the cncient City,
Livin' life to the fullest indeed, no pity,
cssemble the committee, play for keeps,
Slinging Paul Reed's
All white yacht white waves on the sea
All black fit just sway to the breeze
Young kaizoku straight from the west blue
Name Uvogin black-sage from
Big Sur I'm west side livin' breezy
All about a green BS followin' Di Vinci
Chicken be the only meet up don't need Beef
I'm rolling with two Sweets
and now I leave it up to you
You and me is a vibe
Watching the hours go by,
We’ll be in uptown, (and) girl
You’ll be the west to my life
Livin’ our best
You ever got crossed by the same nigga, put you on the plug
Lost a thirty out west double back, shopped with the same plug
Mixin' Addies gas with double
Rain Fell Down
And the creek rose up
Pour that poison in my coffee cup
Livin' like a ghost from day to day
Rhyme or reason
It's hard to say
Runnin'
Rain Fell Down
cnd the creek rose up
Pour that poison in my coffee cup
Livin' like a ghost from day to day
Rhyme or reason
It's hard to say
Runnin'
get wacked oo
I just might need therapy fa dat oo
I think I see dead people jack oo
I think I need therapy fa that to
I'm a black man livin in America
us clean water
But I missed the Rockies
I could not find my way west
And living in the desert and by the ocean
I forgot how long your winter was
And I
Anyway
And whiskey in West Virginia sounds a little better than
Livin' here on minimum wage
The train that runs behind my house is northern bound
Do you
Little Hula girls on the shot-glass
All we needs a little salt and lime
We can plug in the hot pepper lights
And pretend that were livin' on Key
Dreams are created but never crushed
I'm being honest y'all ask to much
Livin' in the present y'all are fucked
The school that y'all love has become your
This ol' piece of wood came alive in '28
By a fiddle maker whose soul still resonate
Crafted out of love for future music it would sing
Not knowin'
grandson, nigga
From Art 1 shit, 'member that shit
All that shit, free lunches and all that shit (all that shit)
Same story every mornin'
Niggas in
the son of man, livin', cashin' checks, what?
I work for the goods I receive
Only by the sweat of thy brow will you eat
Roll on ya block, handle y'all,
kinda crazy
Family actin shady
But I can take you outta that
Take you somewhere else you ain't ever been before
Easy livin by the shore
Whatchu want
I got
wrist, that's a big clock
Life like a movie, you can find it on the red box
Streams runnin' down, now he livin' like it's check stop
Checks on the paper
Bleak dystopia, song of the dead, oh! (x4)
Hey, like thieves in the night - fright, surprising!
Or like your class of life to classic goes
Livin my life like a movie in the foreign Tom cruise
But all that won’t mean shit to me if I can’t spend it with you
I think forever sounds pretty good
I'm a Tom cruise movie waitin to happen
The walls are cavin in doc
You gotta make this shit stop
Just get me through the day
I promise that'll be ok
I
the pain
Stay numb
Hate sober
Been going thru some things
My life every day
Feel like the movie Hangover
When you livin in the bay
Highside
Stay low
Kickin
Look
Everyday is never promised
Who pavin' ways (Mmmm)
I see my blessings go by
But chasin' ain't the game (Okay)
It's only right you keep quiet
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