Lyrics:
on the gold
Pop one for the night
See me flying no control
I've been running out of time
Yeah I'm on a sinking boat
I got demons in my mind
And they won't
like flying
With a more permanent destination
And crawling is just like climbing
With an impeded elevation
Salivation coaguates frustration
And violates
been satisfied
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You need it real bad
Maybe baby, maybe if you're good girl
I'll introduce you to my ride
Don't
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
flying (Lifted by Your hands) with Your angels singing high. My eyes swell tears, I can't contain them (Melodic tears of joy) knowing she is by my side.
he himself is a God
Went looking through forest and oceans
But he found silence and indifference
He would be a white dove
Flying through cotton-like
You watching now cause you know I’m a superstar
Flying so far while we’re drinking at the bar
Running up this money yeah I’m getting real hungry
Have
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
come)
I've been flying on Cloud9 shoutout to the divine being
Answered all my prayers to the top we gonna climb
Building up my kingdom piece by piece
Been
acting shy
Late nights and pillow fights
Flying first class to paradise
Watching sunsets and sunrise
It should come as no surprise
I see my future in her
All my n****s with me
We be Brooklyn Hippies
Rolling up that sticky
Keep it super trippy
All my n****s with me
We be Brooklyn Hippies
Blow it by
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
time is flying by
Too afraid to close my eyes
Especially when your by my side
When my head tells me to go go go go go
My heart tells me to stop
Not gonna
Said I want
Good sex
No stress
One bo
No ex
Small crew
Big checks
What’s next
More checks yeah
More checks
More sex yeah
No stress
Said I want
Good
behind
But It´s too hard to open my eyes
I wish I could realize
The memories are flying by
And I could see all the endings
When they are standing before my
get loads
Call up Carlito we fly ot' and then we go and pick up some more
Bust out the trap out the door, I keep a Glock by the door
Out in Dubai with
dick she get moody (moody)
And I'm flying by going lightspeed
I'm slapping that hoe when I dive deep
that's my number one specialty
I get off a perc then
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few divas
What more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Рико
Hectic Path
Have you found your way
I know it lies behind the clouds
Surrounded by the haze
Look around look around
You'll see the particles
Runnin outta time, runnin outta time, runnin outta time
Arms out wide, flying up up high, tryna get on by, runnin, outta, time
Runnin outta time,
or just maybe forgot
But he died in the gunfight
Blinded by sunlight
Never draw when you're facin' the sun
And old tougher than leather
Just carved
doja
No more no control of
All of my emotion
Pressure break composure
Days stay getting shorter
Time be flying by
As I be steady switching zones
money on my mind and
Percy got me flying
I'm getting so high
And I'll never need no bitch ya
Ever by my side ya
Cause bitch I'm done with trying
You
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