Lyrics:
by the Pacific Ocean
From the heart of the South Bay
When it comes to world class volley
Mira Costa paves the way
Mike Dodd, E. Fonoimoana
Alix,
of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
If God had a face, what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that
know the half
Put that pussy right on smash
Let me tell u what I have
Head is way above the stars
And it’s getting hard to stand
If I can’t take
little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
The stern
go tha long way
Ingles was up by tha fifty
Smoke or my sister wa wit me
I wud pull up in tha jimmy
But I usedta go tha long way
Way before some apps,
stack it in the winter
And flex all through the summer
Lit forever music
Pop a bottle when you listen to it
Jigging half way through the movie
This shit
to say thank you
Okay, awesome
This is pretty major and, I don't know, you
Probably have no way of knowing this
But the very first song I ever played
Uniquely different
By my ways of interest
I stay in the picture
Remain with the sinners
Uniquely different
In a world of ignorance
You can't taint my vision
Uniquely different
By my ways of interest
I stay in the picture
Remain with the sinners
Uniquely different
In a world of ignorance
You can't taint my vision
with my pint
I hit my friends up, go straight to the pub
'Cause I haven't been home in time, yes, I
But that's my fault (oh)
Grossed half a billi'
hay AC solo la ventana
Music makes us happy it's in our chromosomes
No matter where we wander
Music takes us home it started on the island
Dispersed by
my back while I tour
What's up, hold up, you can never fuck with the 4
Cause if you try to step, then my niggas gonna step too
Listen to the way I
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
burned his
Fucking guitar onstage right?
Freddie Mercury just had the half mike stand
In his hand in the fucking stadium prince was
Just on the mountain in
just like living our life
Okay, and you cannot come to the cyfe
Half of these bitches be trife
Okay, I just be balling like mike
Young bull pour the wok
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way
up in my ways not sorry
Still
Will Switch lanes mike lowry
Still crashing out on anybody
With Steal bigger dan half my body
Duhh duhhh
Aye
I shoot
like it's nothin'
Actually it's past the point of killing this is hunting
Gotta do something
Gotta do my part
So I went and raised a half a million
jeans, I got from Paris Mike Amiri Fendi Prada
Cost a couple thousand dollars Baby, chewing' on my wood
She had a half a thousand islands Bitches playin'
If you could understand i'm just another guy
Trying to make it through
Trying to make it by i keep kicking
But I'm only given so much time
Call me
I took your mother into the hospital," you know
He tried talking in a stern voice
"I took your mother to the hospital this morning and uh
By this
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
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