Lyrics:
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
We left the diner and walked into the night
I saw by the 24-hour neon light
The freckles on your arm they were a body of stars in the sky
I kept
and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious
sky
I ride my bike up
I ride my bike down
November smoke
And your toes cold now
A new color on the globe
It goes from white to red
A little
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
sky
I ride my bike up
I ride my bike down
November smoke
And your toes cold now
A new color on the globe
It goes from white to red
A little
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
by a little fire and a lot of booze
Dito woke up Lito from a snooze
Said "My friend I must confess, I pulled off her dress
And had the time of my
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
cock and this shit gettin' sloppy
I heard they waiting on me to do it
But I'm waiting for someone to top me
I put in work so you pussies can't get by me
a step back and give it some meaning?"
Little white lies are hard to hide
When no one is watching, I break down and cry
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I'm
a few
Henny White with this micro brew (Henny)
Hit those shorties they might come thru
Niggas hate yo I'm doing my thing
Chicks on the D, I presented
on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
has gone by
I don't want to ask a lot of questions, but I have to wonder why
Is it black or is it white
Is it day or is it night
Is it wrong or is it
in your eyes while you driving around
Looking right at my face
And I shed a little light on those little white lies
That you seem to like to say
the grind wit' it
She so mine wit' it
Marc Jacobs, she so fine wit' it
Put me on a little Tribe wit' it
It feel good, close your eyes wit' it
Look to the sky
beavers
Drug dealers
Load of beaters in the latest beemers
My lifestyle scary like Jeepers Creepers
How many trapstars turned wing cleaners
Are we dream
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna wake up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and reach for the sky
Until that morning ain't nobody gonna
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