Lyrics Oprah's Limo - Life, Enkay Rockson

Oprah's Limo

If you’re the kinda girl to keep me up late
Then being early can wait
When I think of you I think of my fate
I’m like a date away from sealing it
Big hole in my heart you’ve been healing it
I think its real when I’m dreaming it
In Oprah’s limo, butter cream leather
Just a little…
I blow whales out the water
You just hit the wave & ripple
I’m too official to scribble it down
My mental notes get around
I’m sound but the volume on low
I’m on you lets go!
I’m slow like a cripple
Me & you in a pickle
Anything you fancy, I tickle
I trickle down the side of your cheek
I’m on your line every week
We speak barely, nearly rarely
Me in my feelings, it’s really scary
And after all that I’ve seen
N*ggas couldn’t see a quarter in dreams
My gratitude on the lean & it seems…
I get this feeling you real
I always been crazy bout you & I’m diggin' you still
My will, for every line
It’s every time
We’re never soul, we never mind
The girl she shines, so divine & so sublime
Look a little closer you’ll find…
She’s mine, with every rhyme
Every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Realize suckers
(Limo, Oprah’s limo)
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Better recognize
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Realize suckers
(Limo, Oprah’s limo)
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Better recognize
Baby I made it
You see me on telly
My hands on your belly
I smell like loud ganja & henny
I’m thinking I’m ready, I really ain’t
It’s clearly saint
Hit the yak 'till I nearly faint
And nuff gyal are too innah
I got this chick up in brum
She hit me up when she come down
Check me inna bimmer
Born sinner, still a winner
But I don’t think about none of that when I’m with her
Full moon… It’s a thriller
I see my neighbor pullin' out in his Jag
It makes a n*gga wanna get in some bags
I’m on this girl like a rash
I dash, I crash
I think about the sh*t when I smash
Cash running low, got more in the stash
And since I said you were mine &…
I’ve been lying
You ain’t riding
Left hand creepin' up ya thigh dem
If it ain’t me who’s on ya mind then???
Wishing on a star like O’Ryan
I figured I was cool enough to kick it
You got my heart jumping something wicked
I follow prediction & then I flip it to the left
How can I stress with all this weed in my chest???
Got nothing left but I’m diggin'
I’m diggin' you still
My will, for every line
It’s every time
We’re never soul, we never mind
The girl she shines, so divine & so sublime
Look a little closer you’ll find…
She’s mine, with every rhyme
Every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Realize suckers
(Limo, Oprah’s limo)
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Better recognize
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Realize suckers
(Lifey, Oprah’s limo)
For every rhyme I write…
It’s 25 to life
Better recognize
Better ask somebody…