staring over that stretch, into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for
Starin over that strech into the horizon with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clear coat i'm at a loss for words, but i know a lot of words for
die Picture a nigga up in heaven high off weed, I fly Got me, missing dead homies with them forties that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear
Picture of nigga in heaven high, of weed I fly Got me missin' dead homies with the phonies that died Hit the weed and hope it get me high Dear God,
the grind for the 9-6 Gotta get my hustle on, came to nigga stiff Bitch I'm to swift, stalkin with my big black boots High on oop, with a MAC-11 ready
Go back in time, to see what I'm living in... My will (my will), my way (my way) My fear (my fear) fades away With wings (with wings) I fly high Watch me fly
Using my sense, I will never return Bur one day you're all about to burn I wish that I had wings to fly Way up high, so high Tomorrow will be all too
all can do Lets go to the mall The one with the waterfall And take your fathers car Although it ain't that far They got a whole bizarre Of fly girls
Not even a little bit I wave goodbye with a smile to our friendship See me fly while you cringe like a little bitch I wish you best at hitting curves,
I've got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high, I can fall so deep But who do I see coming up the track? A little green man with the snowboard
I got the snowboard under my feet. I can fly so high I can fall so deep. But who do I see comin' up the track? A little green man with his snowboard on
them all One day someday, I'll make it out of this High school hell hole Fly away Don't waste time being mad at everything, Freedoms only a breath away Caps will fly
all One day someday, I'll make it out of this High school hell hole Fly away Don't waste time being mad at everything, Freedom's only a breath away Caps will fly
back and disrespect a nigga sly to you before I pull that ratchet out I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with
I got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high I can fall so deep. But who do I see comin' up the track? A little green man with his snowboard on
Oeh Oeh I've got the snowboard under my feet I can fly so high, I can fall so deep But who do I see comin' up the track A little green man with the
fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht rock
and brace ox All flam and flamboyant, meet me crossroads, one way zones If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic You can get dealt with