Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo
Kid with bad habits
My friend Sammy, yeah he never had a real family
All the clothes he had were hand me downs
Its funny cause he's not so
they truly about, the word
poetry, singing, writing, and drawing and painting
or however it is, then y'know
want us to realize we're here to record
twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box
twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box
Don't judge if you know nothing bout it
We try and try to live it right
But we get blinded by the light, oh, oh
I know about it
Don't judge if you
the devil new messages I done been bound by the sins of my fetishes
I been ashamed of myself to my relatives praying my siblings do more than I ever did
attention, you're the talk of
In this wild world, we gonna ignite
For the chin sloth's love, we keep it burning bright
We stand together, side by side
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
it's the long distance that has me going crazy
I've been trying to break free but she keeps pissing in a fury
And I said "I've had enough"
Right about
about old Godfrey? He died and went to Hell
Killed by a unicorn, or was it Keith? The cops will never tell.
I went to sea, I captain my own ship, I'm
happenin'
She can tell by the way i'm rappin', gotta rap this up baby thats whats up
She like a girl gone wild, cant miss the girl she stand out in the crowd
of the summertime shinin' on you
I remember every mile, yeah, you drove me wild
Baby, and the way it felt like nothing else
It's true, girl, I think about you
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
And lets get wild
You better get down
Because it's
Now or never, no sweat
Bow your head and get wrecked
Bounce your weapons
Get down
And forget about
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
In a ditch, a marsh or in the muck
Text your Ok-Cupid bitches rough
Comments all about just how you suck
"Oh my God, I made it awkward" yuck
Too much
She's a wild child, she's a wild child
I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill
But life in the theater, is certainly fraught
all by yourself
It's a wild, wild life, this shit so unpredictable
This shit here make me sad, it make me mad, might go load up the Glizzy
I really
Woah they like you talented
Yeah this is just the land baby tappin in
Baby head was fire it's extravagant
Give me more give me that again
Baby give
won't fall, we're one and one for all
The writing's on the wall, we are the youth gone wild
Boss screaming in my ear about who I'm supposed to be
Get
won't fall, we're one and one for all
The writing's on the wall, we are the youth gone wild
Boss screaming in my ear about who I'm supposed to be
Get
I'm met lil Ashlin when I was in school Walking the halls just tryna play it cool
I'm at Brianna when I was all up in Miami young nigga tryna wear my
The night they took him to the graveyard
It was moonlight; call of the wild
They forced him to bury his father
Oh boy, he was only a child
He
want someone wild and crazy it isn't me
But I'm wild and crazy about you
So I'll do anything
Live like we're dying but I'm feeling so alive
When you are
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