Lyrics:
some hell, celebratin' our senior year
we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers
We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol
Ready? A'ight
Look here Niggas, been a long time comin'
No more talk, fuck this intro shit
Start the music
This right here, yeah
Where
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
to party
Ain't have no job bitch I was big broke
Come in and out of town, don't hit me up
Y'all with a clique tho
Thought that we was best friends
Guess
aint come in with my shorty
Leeko made the call so you know I'm down to ride
He said it's drama time so keep a pistol by my side
Might have a pistol
to see where you be at like that
I'm connected in ya city
Well respected by so many
It be going down like Rudy's chicken
She was born in Alabama
But
to the Spirit, we been at it
Take em in by the 3
They say, commit your actions to the Lord and your plans will succeed
Best believe cus the life aint free
I done
They say that a nigga it
But nawl I ain't on no clown shit
Nawl I'm Purp by the pound bitch
I'm the king so where is my crown at
These people in
on my guccis
We only smoke the best the trees Look like they grown by coogi
The hairtriggers bald head
You bet not play me loosely
In the backseat theres
movie cats
You ever got chase by cops and lose the pack
Searching like where I moved the pack
Mastered my pitching like Verlander
They preferred scammers
And OG a living with witness we was really in the trenches
He told if its coming and u feel it then u spittin it
And it wasnt best condition wasnt trippen
down cake by the pound
Having em going crazy when they hear that clapping sound
Calling all the bad bitches in the fucking town
Finna act up cause you
It's still high school in the jump seat
I can see it looking back
Courage in a can
Blasting Alabama
Skipping class
It's the Eighties in the tape deck
For I get down on my knees, and I pray
I pray to stay humble
I pray to stay out the way
For I know evil watches
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by
walks by and she goes, ""Is that a non-alcoholic beer?"" I go, ""Uh, Yeah, I quit drinking. Remember? Remember when everyone was worried about me? that's
ROCK NOW
By: Ryan Lakebreeze
VERSE 1
Bae
I know it breaks your heart
I wrote them songs
From a Escalade
That didnt go push start
So now i push hard
ever live with regrets
All the girls fucked up walking by with manners
Man they so good it's the scam that scams ya
Sorority living like she in Delta
[Starting Verse]
Down in Dixieland, where the spirits high
Alabama country, beneath that southern sky
Melodies playin', on an acoustic guitar
Singin'
you'll get knocked off your feet
The music will make you go crazy again and again-
People are jumpin' around feet flying though the air
They're
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Chances are
If you hear this song
You like your music loud
And your whiskey strong
Cause everybody
In this honky tonk
Has had a hard day
Chances
song, you might know the whole
thing by the time you get home.
I'm on the grind in the monin,
I'm the best of the best. I ain't no deadbeat daddy
all my
The only things I'll get to keep
Are those lines on my face
Waves rolling on the shore
The music they make
Mermaids doomed by the sea
Of tears
Music videos, promotion and all that shit
I put more work into this album than probably any other project in my life
So, shout out to all the people that
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