Lyrics:
Well enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bob well
But I
rock that fresh Saint Laurent
Listen you can't tell me shit, how about you suck this dick
Everybody wants a piece of me I give them little bits
I
Clinton, Bill Clinton
Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley
Rick James, knew how to throw a party
"Smoke some weed!" (Who else?)
Snoop Dogg, all the way
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
Yeah, huh (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido (hip hop)
Listen to some motherfuckin',
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies
your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
on some night moves like Bob Seger
High on life, right here and now
Just a little bit more than the law will allow
Marchin' to the beat of my own drum
Got
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
gets too much
Create a little getaway you can trust
Know the corners of your mind can get scary
I know you have the power, turn your demons into fairies
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
KushedGod, bitch, the realest
Uh huh, Pete Rock, Smoke DZA
Right, soul brother number uno
Let's get it, homie and you know
Right let's go, DZA
In a perfect
BOUNCING TO MY BEATS LIKE A DRUMMER
I NEED ME A GETAWAY
BAHAMAS OR GOLD COAST
RARI OR THE VOLVO?
I CAN’T HAVE IT ALL THO
I JUST WANT A LITTLE STACK
JUST
brain trying to box me in
Working twice as hard for a little bit of win
Giving never min but the blast off thin
Rock a pinch of a sitch feeling heavy in
that shit straight hot
Tastes a little bitter now you wish you had some big Bob
Hoping when you pass me on the interstate (aye)
You get a bitter taste
Man I done seen a lot of nice tattoos out here lately
And I'm kinda stuck with it
Rock-rock it, we don't stop, stop, stop
Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl
I know
In a straight line I plod down this road
It's a bliss, it's a whirl, It's a living
It's a wasp in grace
It's Viva Las Vegas, it's rock n' roll
Gervonta in the ring
And when you swing, it's little Nacho Libre
In the booth, I Crash Bandicoot
No room, 90's era, gotta raise the roof, hanh (yeah)
phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like Gervonta in the ring
And when you swing, it's little
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
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