Lyrics:
Becomes more than a whim
By starting to build on the outside
We're gonna fill up the walls within
By starting to build on the outside
We'll fill up
bitch. Not needing cologne.
Got the smell of the outsides. Steam from the manholes.
Car exhaust, wet grass and the van smoke.
Long sleeves with
Aymock
Big C.O on the beat
Hey Yung Carti I noticed you guys were out for the weekend
I'm still on that new track right
Well I guess I could send it
to our music endlessly
Just us together
Pretty pretty let's stay forever
Let's be in our world
I'm so proud of you
That I met you
By the moon let's
I'll sprawl in bed in my Calvins
Heads your penthouse for the weekend
Remember when you said I was your best friend
Relegated to a lesson from your
about you slippin' from control
Embrace the blackness clouding on your soul
And make it pretty deep inside your hole
I want to be your number one
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
Pretty maids all in a row lined up
Outside my cabin door
I've never wanted any of them wanting me
Except the girl from the Red River shore
Well, I
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
Yo it's the weekend, time for freakin, no doubt
Hit the mall, get a hookup, night falls and I'm out
Pick up my man (Whattup Hobbes?) from around my
up to the motherfucking Sp-ah-ah-aht
Said she's not impressed by a lot
But when she saw me she just let that ass drop drop drop
Y'all ain't even know
oh, oh, woah
You're not under my mistletoe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah
The weather outside is cold
I was standing by the fire
Thinking I should write
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
Take it real slow
Bust it down low
I can see her face uh drink a little more
Feeling pretty swole
I just need-a cope
Take another shot uh now I'm out
night
She's working overtime, my heart's working overtime
So hey girl, hey girl, why you hesitate, girl?
'Cause I gotta see pretty and it's right by me
or new, crew utensils
Turbaned up like a royal prince from Medin'
With emerald green birthstones in my bling
Rolex goggles, some of my best side bitches
base
Yeah it's the place that makes me want to sigh when I look out into the sky
And wonder what it's like outside
Yeah, I'm walking down into this muddy
I split dividends with the rest
This pretty lil bih from the west
I know imma win cuz im blessed
Yeen getting no money stop flexing
And Im my fit too
know, a very nice rumor that you go outside of the sun or you have heat and it does have an effect on other viruses. But now we get it from one
is bug
Me Boolin' with my heater outside, we like it muggy
From that flower city, I grew up right on Rugby 4DG, they street smart, no need for them
Well tonight I'm up in Chillicothe
Downwind from the papermill
I'm out here spittin' on the sidewalk
Taking in the factory smells
Heaven knows,
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
had blessed him
With a child from the skies
You must come and meet her
In a day or so
So when the weekend came
I headed for the show
The crowd had
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