Lyrics:
match tonight
Oh, that's right
You think you'll knock me off my feet
'Til I'm flat on the floor
'Til my heart is cryin' Indian and I'm begin' for
Yeah, turn my beat all the way up
Yeah, now turn my vocals up
Yeah, yeah, right there
All the way up
Ball like King James
Ball like King James, way
wanna burn it all
So much willie lynch in the air
I can feel the cotton breezing by me
I can hear the tap dancing from the closet
Ain't no questions if
and get high
I'm on my hood James Bond shit
With my cool James Bond chick
Rev the V12
When we see 12
And burn down the highway to hell
Still on that hood
and get high
I'm on my hood James Bond shit
With my cool James Bond chick
Rev the V12
When we see 12
And burn down the highway to hell
Still on that hood
remember what he said about Mike Brown
That's why he goin' through all this bullshit right now (karma)
People went to Travis Scott show and lost they life
ever)
Long live the real forever (Forever)
December 14, 2014
Last day I saw my nigga James
Remember that day like yesterday
It was all love
You never
hair don't mean that nigga looks like ME
Trick get your mind right, livin in the limelight
So picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a Klondike
Bar,
Could you repeat that again, please?
I don't really understand the plan (Listen here, kid)
(Okay, what is it?) I'm not telling you the plan all over
a yes, yes y'all
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night, at night, at night
I still can hear him say that everything's black or it's white
And this is for James
Now I wonder if he still believes he was right
And I see him
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
shotgun here you get the gate
Wearing cotton anywhere you owe a thanks
And you can take that all the way to the local bank by god
I got some land here in
screaming out that you were always right
Inventing situations all the time
Just so you could sit and watch me cry
And it's not fair because i tried
To change
spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though
things get kind of slow
He might think that I've forgotten him,
Don't tell him it
but out of reach
That all mean nothing since she wentaway
And there's a fraying thread
Through all the roads I'm travelling
Leading to my head
From
a yes, yes y'all
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at night, at night, at night
So much shit thats going on
Dont ask me
Whats my wear abouts
Blunt with everything I say
The point that
I have cotton mouth
Tried to fuck me
But be
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
She was the diamond of his eyes
And she would always be right by his side
But
chip I got left is the one by my neck, 'cause I been puttin' 'em all in, and I
Gotta get my mind right
Gotta get my mind right
Gotta get my mind right
Some of that Otis that we like,
Some of that Sam show you right
Even Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack,
James Brown probably all night
Just let me get
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be
There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see
The wide cotton's growing
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