Lyrics:
would
If I could go back to bed
And wake up anytime but today, i would
I hate today, the more I learn about it
The more I feel like I hate this whole year
the gang
Getting to the cash then i run it up again
Me and 2 girls we just fornicate
Me and few band yeah
Run it for the gang
Toast up cups with my real ones
want a spouse
And I ain't never had no worries I ain't had no doubt
I gotta play by the rules this the Lords house
If you don't like it nigga get yo ass
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
because when I start to Smell it, yeah, I exit and chill. Man listen. Don't Get distracted by the main thing. 500 bands in A box. That's the game plan. It's
I got it made
Yeah this is me in my state of mind killing rhymes
And you know this feel like tribe so feel the vibe
I was told off by many different
we taxin', feel like Uncle Sam
Shawty been up for a minute
Matte black paint and it's tinted
Give me about 15 minutes
Runnin with a sack like
the power cause my name is Zach
I don't give up on the stuff that don't last
I made a band with a couple of brass Yuh
Yuh
I got trombones and the bass in
City LA's very own F.Y.I.
Fresh from his new record, F.Y.I. Invented Green
So turn your box up
And feel that Bump
FYI is the trillest nigga that you
staying out cause I'm
A grown up now I do not have the time to waste my time
And it's not worth my precious minutes if it's not sublime
It look like I’m by
Let's let some light in the room!
I can feel, I can tell
Someone might break the spell
Any day now!
Lumiere/Babette:
Shine up the brass
you're worth it
Why can't I just be perfect?
Lost time I'll reimburse it
Dont rear end me now
Do you feel frightened by me?
Why can't you be beside me
Dont
In the middle of the night
Guilt by association
The mere smell of speculation conjures up hell
Feel the touch of oil from the tankers upon
Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I
calling
Hold up, my other line popn' homie that's bands calling
Yea, Yea, Yea
Don't call no shots, we let the bands call it
Somebody knocking at the door
I throw up five when I feel like the man
Get load by da pounds I don't get them in grams
I don't want no Love got a blunt in my hands
Can't ride da
the band improvised. PETE ROE ON TRUMPET! PLAY IT PETE!!! Words and music, Copyright 2016 by David Gregorio. Guitar and vocals, Dave Gregorio. Drums, bass,
a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen
Pump the bass in the trunk
It
the nickle gleam like its greased up
Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up
This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
So keep
you just let it go
On the count of 3 that lasts infinitely
And feels nostalgic I’ll find you like Fugee
And make you want me like you want me to
So, we
lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm
music,
It seems to make him feel just fine.
I was told a little tail about a skinny as a rail
L.A. put cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in
It seems to make him feel just fine
I was told a little tale about a skinny as a rail
Eight-foot cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in
(Yeah, hey)
The cost to live with yourself, the cost to feel like you in hell
The cost to think that it's okay, but find out you all by yourself
The cost
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