Lyrics:
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
of em
All this envy inside em you know me shit I had to put the lil test on em
I remember shit back in the day getting bullied by bald head Tiffany
Now
a home
Tiffany's blue, I'm in my zone
(Yeah)
(Aye)
Mistreated misguided, call us captains flying private
Everybody switched when they got some money, clown
late
under street lights
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
under them
children
Scrounging through the deepest
Obstacles of trash
Cause that was all they had
And my epiphany
Was gold they coulda grabbed
But yaw in Tiffany’s
With
Chanel, and Tiffany's
These gold and diamonds
Finally be my breakfast cereal, tasty
Your 10k's and fake pearls could never compete with me
I think its cute
Good Enough
Words and music by: Jessica Sorensen & Perry Sorensen
called you home at seventeen
oh we couldn’t afford a Tiffany’s ring
old-fashioned
but you look like
You look like drippin' diamonds got a heart of gold
Shawty with it but she never know
She by Latin but she always home
I just wanna
eyes its a dream
Woke up in a dream
Its hard to believe
The kid from the streets
That nobody knew
Grew up to be me
You got iron in your blood
I got gold
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
She had flames in her hair
Magic on her wrist
Cigarette smoke
Curled from her lips
It was dark in the desert
We met by the fire
Voice of an angel
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
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