Lyrics:
You can try
Get on your knees
And you lie and you cry
Pathetically
Guess you never knew I found out
Thought I left, no reason why
And you were free
the goss
Don’t entertain the beef
Not my girl, she’s Billy Jean
If Vanessa Issa flop
Then you crawl back on your knees
Did you tell Tolu I was moving
bout to take a stand
Think you can win ha stop playing
The Lord is my coach, I can hear your knees shaking
Its written, it's over we already won
You can
Rover, got to the city ,
Made a new friend , what’s your name ; I’m called Billy .
He pulled out bitch out his red Lamborghini ,
White , fair , pretty
a crowd
Walk up to your girl and pull my genitals out
Then she gets on her knees and blows the head with the crown
I'm in my zone, bitch I'm always in my
puts it down like when the cops say freeze
Motherfucker put that pistol down put your hands up
And drop to your knees
And when you see me lay it
need for a filter or a plugin
Billy Ball and I tend to play like Boogie Cousins
I can sense a bitch, I'll pull your card and see McLovin
Choz, sorry for
properly, 100g
Drop it on Ivana street to protect it
I'm up by 2:23 and some ozzies
I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me
A team with a little Terrance
solitudes,
While Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas,
Or often journeying landward for in truth
Enoch's white horse, and Enoch's ocean-spoil
In ocean
find a red ocean of pigs
Stay away from my zone
Where it starts and it ends
That's how we murder policemen upon planet 10
Step up in this 8 by 10
that will slice, slice dope still like prosciutto
Rocked to sleep by a Geisha doll straight from Tokyo
I'm the ghetto Diana Ross, he's the hood Billy
think they went that-aways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the Ragpicker's dream on
His knees like a fighter
Gathering on the street gazing out windows
Citizens entertained by the spectacle
Frederick the fisherman, Billy the baker
Good for them not to know when
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I gotta grip, huh, tentacles
Got a gift, if you like shapes, it's cylindrical
Intervals, can we go in rounds, Billy Ocean
Oh shit,
wander
You're in Colorado for the Spring
When the Winter finds you, you fly to where it's summer
Rooms that face the ocean, moonlight on your bed
the big chip on my shoulder
That only time will heal
Yeah
Time won't heal
Tell me what's the deal
Get it out your system
We'll solve it for real
You're not
cupping
So don't fuck with me
Extra cutter cut
I'm in the cut
I cut a brick with ease
That's your baby mama
Sorry about them scratches on Her Knees
divorce
Your crib ain't no fuckin resort
Scenery coming by choice ain't no sonning the boy
I'm still slide with every feature on factory wheels
Donnie
falling in the blink of an eye
Caught a glimpse of yours
Instantaneous high
Found a summer time of loving right by your side
Dopamine and serotonin collide
by your mami
For ever thinking you'll be greater than I'll be
You get that short late waist pack money
I get that all straight a.s.a.p. money bring
You will be the lucky one
Who will see the deadly one
You will die on your knees
By the hand of Mr. Freeze
Will you see when the rest are blind
Ho, sail away
Fate brought me to the islands
And the ocean set me free
Out on the stormy water
I found who I must be
I fish early each morning
Chorus:
Blue skies
Calling on blue skies
Don't take them away, boys
Don't take them away
Cause I'll never stop
I've been to both knees
Raise my
a niggas say, I'm really getting paid[02:29.91]I'm sending hella wave, I've been cooking up for days[02:33.11]Wake and bake , ocean drive, just me and your
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