Lyrics:
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or
If I was with somebody else
You don't understand
She make the people say yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m sorry them boys made it and you niggas didn't
I’m sorry we in the building and you niggas ain’t
So sorry
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
J'peux pas t'laisser sans être sûr qu't'aies totalement compris man
J'peux pas t'laisser écouter cet album puis t'voir encore au même stade bro
feather (boy)
Don't grow and get killed, by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real,
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
lockdown
It ain't fun or safe to play up on the block now
I'm gone make a millie when my album drop now
So I can lay up on the beach without no socks now
Don't push me I'm in album mode
That pill gets hard to swallow though
Talking bout the difference 'tween us you do this for follow growth
I do this for
my men's out
Matching tattoos
Me and mines
Sex on a beach
Photo albums
Holding hands sharing I love you's
Things I think about
Even thugs get lonely
I
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Breezy on the beat (haha)
Can't deny, I apply pressure when I come by
I stay with that heat, might
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
best friend say she want a dude like me (Like Me)
So we took em both to the beach (to the beach)
Me and the boy Lloyd (boy Lloyd) Threw em on Jet Skis
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
and fam fed up by me boy
Knock, knock shit, bet they lock the door
Engaged but headed 'round divorce
She caught it, check my child support
Make a nigga that
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
and call her Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the beach (suh, suh, suh)
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor
brighter than evеr
And I’m just showing you the way to him call me a reflector
Or rather a child of God no longer confused by frauds
A child, humbled by
by the dozen
We'll be wearing out holiday records
All the Beach Boys songs and Bruce Springsteen's
We'll be belting out Mariah Carey
Singing perfect
made her a drink
Blew her a kiss, as I sat down, she smiled and winked
Stood up, grabbed my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom
Popped
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
ain't do it for fame
Boy, you know it's just (me)
By my goddamn self, all alone I don't need no help
One army, it's just (me)
I gotta get it and go, I
supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you
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