Lyrics:
by the beach
Ocean Drive slide off in the V strip club I blew 6 in a week
Maserati with the top down
Saint Laurent with the top down
Luey V with
Let's not make at each other
46,000 people died by suicide in 2020
That's about 1,600 fewer than the year before
That's not much
This is the story of two
make her dance
So now I'm throwin' money
It's the only time I will
These hoes can't get a dollar from me
I don't need no Gucci sneaks or Louis V
Just
Dawn, yeah
Drop head Rolls, suicide doors (yeah)
Swap hoes, swap clothes (swap out)
Big body, five doors
This a Maybach, yeah, got it two tone (two
aside as much as she could for months with this result
Twenty dollars a week is not much
Everything had cost more than she had expected
It always
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
I know is when you call
I will pick you up from the fall
Two weeks go by and we only talk once, yeah
Been on and off for like 1, 2, 5 months
Let me be
evolving funny how I resonate with darkness
Days turn into weeks turn into months and somehow years have passed by
Fuck me in my feels love to be numb lung
big upset?
COMMENTATOR 2:
Yeah, it could happen. Hes been looking fantastic, he really has, and has been honing his craft over the past 12 months
Slowly go back to the corridor.
The Sculptor puts a bowl of pottery clay in front of you and says:
When you look at your day, week or month, you might
nigga grab this 75
You shot to the face
Turn blue
Your Louis V drank champagne
Going to spit you back to Iraq
You keep your little mouth clever
I'm
blue
Without you
But I’ll see you in two
Oh I’ll see you in two
Oh it’s not two days
It’s not two weeks
Not even two months
It’s the real real thing
Two
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
two whole weeks
Only hearing your voice on the phone
Two months went by too fast
How I hope this will last
Broken curfews, moonlit nights
Dancin' in
I’m the one, I’m just surrounded by 3’s and 2’s
I got a line around the corner waiting on me to lose
I’m done with phony kickin, I can see that ain’t
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
a contraceptive
And my common sense neglected
And two months later next thing I know
I got a text that said "I'm pregnant"
And you can almost bet she kept it
That's
I was riding in my car one day
In the express lane rollin on the freeway
And suddenly the phone rings then I
Reached down beside me then i look
niggas pussy like that time of the month
For real rose gold everything
It feel like the Rose Bowl
Niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me
They feel like my old
Bundles by the bundle
Nails done every day of the week
Always want something from me
Sent her right back to the streets
'Cause she 2 Hollywood for me
Way 2
what happened
The two weeks went by
You called on FaceTime
Said you was done with him
Foreal this time
I gave you another chance
Gave our love another
more but I can't turn back this week for it
But I done made it, almost a month
With just a couple of V's and I blew some blunts
But that weed
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