Lyrics:
I'm too young to let this life go
I still want another day
Tokyo or San Francisco
All the things I always say
You can best believe
B**** I'm nonstop
have any famous last words
If you're somebody nobody knows
I don't know
Somebody go and ask Clair
She's been dead twenty years just look at her hair
'm sizzlin?
You don't know what that is?
You can't get the party started without that!
Let's do it!
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came
dungeons
Popping up every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I
start disappearing
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you
, at the bar
The silver on your face, makes me groovy
Next time I'll get the nerve to ask you out
Why you wanna be alone, in a sci-fi disco San Francisco
Why
Steady calling my phone
Like you want some thing
Always ready to fight
Like you on something
I am not one to beg
I ain't ask for issues
I don't want
twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't
Know, know-know-know, know-know-know
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows, blow-blow-blows
all about you
Yeah, you ask about me
But it's all about you
Yeah, right
I like a lot of things about you like the way you say you surf
But you
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
She starts talking
Popular loner
Nobody knows me
I do my own thing
I keep it lowkey
You don't have to ask to know me
Who you be with
I be with
some three-chord truth
Wheezed by a wizard on the phone from Duluth
He said, "something's happening, but I don't know what it is."
"Do I, Mr. Dylan?"
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
and the pen, the place you pointed at
Be California's best
All I ask, all I ask
Hey, please don't tell me
That I'm dreaming
When all I ever wanted was
and the pen, the place you pointed at
Be California's best
All I ask, all I ask
Hey, please don't tell me
That I'm dreaming
When all I ever wanted was
that lottery, I hit it
I'd like to kinda make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don't want you to think I'm tryin' to buy back
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
was askin' for
I gave you every single thing you was askin' for
I don't understand how anybody could ask for more
Got a list of even more, I just
did the right thing
They don't move that fast they act like they don't like cheese
Had a couple niggas mad like they don't like me
Is it cause I
what it would have taken to keep me cool.
Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone
You'll know the love that I had for you was never my own.
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
that guy to heal it over time
And I won't stop until you believe it
Cause baby you're worth it
So don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love
Hold fast, my dear
In every moment of doubt
That's all I ask of you
I won't let you down
I promise it'll be okay
It won't matter what they say
hit by Cupid
I would write a song
But I don't think that the shoe fits
I'll be doing dumb things
But they're kinda fun things
I know I'll regret it
But
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