| Aye aye aye
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| It’s all green where I live
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| Now I’m in the streets where I piss
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| Took it overseas on you bitches
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| Leather seats in the whip
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| Somewhere between a priest and a pimp
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| Coolin' with my Texas shorty
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| She like Fel you gettin' hella gaudy
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| Stop flexin' maybe tell a story a good one
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| I think they’re startin' to undo my stitches
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| Peep the people lookin' at me different
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| Don’t understand the friction
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| Now I already got enough and east coast know you’ve got my love
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| Is you with me is you with me sing it to me though I’ve got to know
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| We’ve come far but so much to go (I'm yellin' vamonos)
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| Thought it was cool so I threw 'em my two
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| Know it’s been, all blue since I’ve been with you
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| And things go, fall through like the midnight moon with «World Famous»
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| on the shoes
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| What did they cost you?
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| My shorty just like me
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| She don’t play this scene
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| We think the La Quinta Versace we just hang in the sheets
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| Until I got a catch a plane but I’ll back next week
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| Then I go stranger once again no text don’t speak
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| This life funny could’ve sworn I’ve seen it once in my dreams
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| But all the liqour and the melodies been makin' me weep
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| My ego ran ahead of schedule at the SOBs
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| And now it’s gettin' hard to breathe with that chest on me
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| But hey
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| Make my day girl make me comfortable
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| Them saying we can’t love enough of you
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| West side no good for trouble you
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| I just want to be
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| Drivin' past my dad’s grave
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| I usually drive fast smokin' a blunt
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| I can’t think about that shit no more
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| My momma need an errand told me get some food from the store
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| Well small town Chris got you don’t you say no more
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| With hollywood Gyyps runnin' with my crew on tour
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| Say here come 10 bands a night my man my boy
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| Don’t doubt that all this money probably bound to destroy us
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| Voice gone trying to make the right choices
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| Swear to God it’s too noisy
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| Hit up cuz with the bugs out the porch
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| We been smokin' too much chronic and this shit ain’t important
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| How you gonna spit it proper when you filled up with poison
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| Gettin' high boy caught in the motions
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| Try to do this shit sober
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| But go stupid I’ll be there to remind you
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| For every mountain top that we climb to
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| That we gon' have the longest way down to revival
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| So pray we don’t arrive to find out we’ve been lied to, and tried to
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| Make my day girl make me comfortable
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| Them saying we can’t love enough for you
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| West side no good for trouble you
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| I just want to be
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| Make my day girl make me comfortable
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| Them saying we can’t love enough for you
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| West side no good for trouble you
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| I just want to be
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| A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
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| I hope she never lets me go (I hope she never lets me go)
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| And I pray in the morning I see snow cause I sure as hell ain’t tryna go to
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| school
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| What’s really left to prove ma?
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| You know I’m tryna do my 2Pac
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| No I ain’t call in two months I been screwed up
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| Smellin' too loud, soundin' too good
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| In my sun dance?, that’s my true blood
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| Swing them my way
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| I can’t front though
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| I keep my eye on it till you out the front door
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| Hit it sideways
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| This could go viral
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| Tryna fly away
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| But fuck do I know
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| But fuck do I know
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Like fuck do I know
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah
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| Fly away (fly away)
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| And I want to hold ya
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| I want to know ya
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| Won’t you come closer
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| 3 in the mornin'
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| You know that I’m lonely
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| I’ve been alone
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| And I want to hold ya
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| Won’t you come closer
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| Won’t you come won’t you come closer
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| Won’t you come closer
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| No
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| Make my day
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| Make my day
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| Make my day
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| I can’t hit these notes right now |