Lyrics:
She said
Went on a boat going down by the river
Plenty more supplies
Seen a lot of planes going up in the air
Do you ever get the feeling
That
then I will confide
Want what I want and the future supplies
Money is all that I have on my mind
If I see Gucci then I will not buy
I'm in too deep, I
THE NORTH SIDE MAKE IT WAVY
ON THE HOOK I FEEL LIKE SADE
DROPPING BANDS LOWKEY
MORE KEYS
FOR IGNITIONS OF THE COUPE
[Verse1]SauceTh@t
YOUNG SAUCEFATHER
it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
You wouldn't get that from me yo, you'd overlook me
Looking
phased none
I go cook that eggs and bacon scramble em the way she likes
With a side of that OJ make there ain't a pulp in sight
She get breakfast in bed
different songs in my head
And every time you cross my path
I feel like I walk on air
Cause there's something happening here
But I don't think you understand
the block, now they look around waiting to see me
Coming up the block cause I'm coming with enough bases to supply my whole block
Think I drew breeze the way
the silent treatment already ain't no siree
I'm taking on the role of a heel or the heavy
Bout to make a flick in which yo protag gets taken out by me,
Try me,
supply
Shock-waves to your spine
Make you wanna fly
Let the gin flow straight
Listen, man a do no chasing
I'm the g.o.a.t
Let the kids chill
Ima do
and begin wit a endin' (I can't go on this way)
I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more
I'm moving ass backwards with no forward progress
Feel asthmatic
in the eyes I can feel the high (Woo)
I can feel the lies in the air
It's apparent your parents are there and are starin' at you (At you)
In the eyes,
But I keep running away
I'm still haunted by a past that was eerie
People done faded away
I don't feel the love me but she still wanna meet me
Don't
You can't walk in these shoes i got
Take a lot more than co-signs and dudes from blocks
On ya cock giving you praise, fictional ways
I have no
ahh
See and not believe it
Seee and not believe it
Mountain high I see it
Studio is in the mountains
Yeah
Studio in the mountains
Can't get stopped by
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
All the air, all the air, get polluted by the dro
I see stares, I see stares, yea, everywhere I go
They don't care, they don't care, They'll pay
I walk on my own path until I find my way back home
It help me take a load off for the day I had to roam
Hold up pull the blinds, I think they tapped
every location
Blowin' out ya speaker
it won't get weaker
I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek
And your station is dope E-A-Z-why
It's on the air, but
Can I get your hands up in the air
You can wave em like you just don't care
I know you feel it we can take it there
That's the spirit just to make it
people tell me to medicate
Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'
How do I know if this shit's fabricated?
Time goes by and I can't control my
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Tokyo
I'ma air it out like Kamikaze, get shit out the way
Woah
Watch me lose all control
A showdown between the cowboy and the samurai
An internal
of ungrateful, feel like the underdog, always feel like I'm underrated
My head's deflated when my thoughts are faded
Still overwhelmed by passive guilt
I don't
people tell me to medicate
Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin'
How do I know if this shit's fabricated?
Time goes by and I can't control my
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