Lyrics:
up by Russ and feel like God is with the boy, ya heard?
SING ALOUD
Tire tracks on a yellow brick road
All paths end in Tennessee
Lovesick memories
up by Russ and feel like God is with the boy, ya heard?
SING ALOUD
Tire tracks on a yellow brick road
All paths end in Tennessee
Lovesick memories
up by Russ and feel like God is with the boy, ya heard?
SING ALOUD
Tire tracks on a yellow brick road
All paths end in Tennessee
Lovesick memories
up by Russ and feel like God is with the boy, ya heard?
SING ALOUD
Tire tracks on a yellow brick road
All paths end in Tennessee
Lovesick memories
down
Cos Pressure all he knows
But it’s under pressure when he grows
It’s a stick up stick up
Put your hands in the air
Stick up stick up
Put your
go now (can't sleep)
(Down, can't scream out)
So That's how you're making me
And That's how you're making me stay
Stay so in love
That's how you're
high
Iced out everythang, stacks on deck no bank,what y'all kno bout the five hottest
Niggas in tha game, bow wow, short dog,scrappy, tha boi Lil'
you've got a lot to lose||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it
me float above
That bbl faker then the hub
I cant love myself so I need all of you to love
Aye look at my eyes look at my face we getting money yeah
the truth is out with no mould
Unaffected by basic, special qualities grow
Gratitude is my payment, I spend it all on my home
Hard work ain’t
all of the lames
Any other time to defy gravitational pulls on the land
Listen to demand hold in tight supply
No pressing on the toes more eye for
this
Don't call me Smoove for nothing
I'm too real with it
You done broke me out my shell
Girl this a privilege
On that demon time
And now we sinning
you
You're pretty in the face but you got beauty in the mind too
So while you're out having drinks with your friends
Don't be tricked by any shallow
the motherfuckin' Mr. 305 nigga, do what you do
Nigga I got my own county (man)
Listen the love of the city has been crazy man, I appreciate it all
Thanks for
as a curtain
'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights when I'm hurtin'
Mommy loves you yeah I knew but I wasn't certain
'Cause the lenses through which
I'm just so sick of all these nosebleeds
That sore throat like godspeed
Snort God's speed
Like usual
This hi def, low res, no mutual
Making mothers
of course, he's got a horse of every color
His hot air balloon soars above
His white opium field, woah
Poppy field, of sweet love
And watch out man don't you
a smokin' fiend, shit, ain't nothing wrong with that
I'm rolling it fat, yeah, I'm rolling it fat
Stuck in the high, I'm makin' it by
I'm making it by
I'm
commotion white leather seats,
As fresh
As air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up
ain't nothing betta
My definition of a summer day
Is no stress, mad blessed
All my loved ones surrounding me
It's like a sense of peace
I work so hard
it ain't making no sense
She out here sellin' sex
Trynna pay the rent
You look good how you doin'
What's your name girl what's poppin'?
I respect your
wrong with my vehicle smoking out the exhaust?
And I've been stressing more than usual it's taking a toll
The world turned it's back on and it's making me
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
And Nothing here compares
I’m drowning
I’m not coming up for air
Wrap me in your love
And take these drugs
And imma take you there
Straight to ecstasy
Girl sex
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