Lyrics:
laid-back vibe
Blowin' smoke
Like fire into a hay field
(Oh) welcome to Hazeville
(Oh) I see you risin' from that shine still
(Oh) welcome to Hazeville
unless it's true
You smell that? Damn, it must be you
I didn't have a crystal ball, but I always knew
You would stab me in the back with your stripper
(Who made this beat?)
(Twysted Genius, baby)
If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole
Feel it deep in my body
But you don't know where I came from
I can't go back, no, I can't run
I won't do that for nobody
This world's so cold
I
Yeah, it's Pluto
Pluto (yeah, Freebandz), you dig, you dig
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, 808 Mafia)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Motor in the back
was canned goods
Before canned goods it was Similac
I'm from where they send shots, then we send 'em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack
loose
Bustin' out my back room, she ain't out the loop
It's jumpin', let it in
Ooh
I put it out, they come in
Ooh
Came up off a brick
Bought
ever and ever
Broke your heart, I'll put it back together
I would wait for ever and ever
And that's how it works
That's how you get the girl, girl,
just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak
I ever did receive
Pushing forward and arching back
Bring me closer to heart attack
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you comeback
I have
Yeah, yeah, I'm tryna go back in time, watch 'em freeze up
I'm tryna, I'll smoke some herb, mamacita, yeah
Some things you say, I don't believe
to cry
I don't want to cry
Nothing in the world could take us back
To where we used to be
Though I've given you my heart and soul
(Given you my heart
P-O-V, P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Hit it from the back, that's my favorite P-O-V
P-O-V, P-O-V
Shorty brain game different, she on T-O-P
Top, she
And they did not notice me
I've been in every black hole
At the altar of the dark star
My body's now a begging bowl
That's begging to get back, begging
Tongue to tongue
Touch me, baby
Eye to eye
Tooth to tooth
Back to back and back to front
Hip to hip and toe to toe
Touch me, baby, yeah, yeah
porch party light
Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White
You and me out here swaying, star-gazing
Gonna bring it back in, break the candles
feel like or not
She only fuck with niggas with them stacks
Yeah bitch my motor in the back
I just wanna hit her from the back
I might dump her then
my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO's (O's), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back
I ain't hangin' with my niggas, pullin' no triggas
I'll be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my
light
Rockin' a robe like, hef with his hoes like
Heavy is the head but to me its the soul like
Eat with the rich and get back to the low lifes
Cup
na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na
Fat sack in hand
Mac and Dev
Back in dreads
blunt
My Backwood like a back, gotta roll it off a flat
She started off on her knees, she gonna end up on her back
She mixing the Xan with the Purp'
hurt to hurt
We're all feelin' stop the bleedin'
You're back to believin'
Love is the answer and music is healin'
And there's a lot of souls
gon' cry
Before Paulie doin' time
Cause Paulie gon' ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin' out for tinted windows when they pull up
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