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Five to two dropped to 5:05
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me, no baby you can't
by
Five to two dropped to 5:05
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me, no baby you can't
meet pop
You got the kittens fed up with your fake set up
I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you
I move by smooth, even keep the new spots supplied
kids
Away in the night
Hide by closed lids
Five goldfish
Swimmin' in the toilet
Flushed into another motherfuckin'
Dimension
Dementia of politicians
i want what i get
I'm obsessed with the mess
I've got a good collection oh my new obsession
Graphic tees on Louis V clothes
Miss Spears playing loud
hours passed us by
Five to two dropped to 5:05
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me
No,
to be rude though, you know, I mean I just seen't you
I just, you know
Miss lady, how you feelin'?
Can I have five seconds of your time?
I know this
inalienable Force that causes everything to Be (2 times for your Soul)
You see in order to grow we must destroy and rebuild
Rebuild upon a new Foundation
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some
all taken
and gone and neither here nor there in the concept or the
thing or my old uncle henry down them dusty highways.
the new black art is this:
3.5s, my son getting them calls for Zs
Like divorce, taking half, spin back round and take the rest
Sip codeine, way too stressed, too much cash, way too
to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked nigga
to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
millennium Ducats
All the way live, 2 G's, 2 G's, 5 G's
New legacy
to accrue
Breaking down old barriers
Building from the weariness
Creating new layers of
Old self-centered marriages
Love ourselves like we hate you
No V cuts,
See a brand new day Yeah
I'm growing up
And it's coming so fast
Life flew by me like a flash
Now I'm focused on the cash now
(Nah) I know I can't be
things that I can see
That I can rest my eye with
And the day that I can see this new piece of sky out of our community
Was like this new life for me
It
Knew a girl who got with a new man
New man
Material girl, sugar daddy fever
Wanted the clout, the cars, clothes
Borderline abuse
The way he'd treat
Your time is up you dry as fuck like eating biscuits from popeyes
That ain't nothing new
That ain't nothing new I can do that too
Imma do my thing
Imma
point of view
To anyone passing by, that's who they're talking to.
There was someone on a platform talking to the folks
About the T.V. god and all
I'm posted by the beach, but I ain't livin' (I ain't livin' right)
I gotta work a 9 to 5 just to see a couple digits
In my bank account, I'm
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