Sun Bleached Dreams
You know the boys are kicking it
Chillin until we don't
You know ya boy is fixed
To make a million off this hope
And I'm betting itll be quick because I'm getting sick of slow
I'm itching like a tick to get this bitch up off the road
Got an image in my head
Been manifesting since a kid
But I'm acting kinda stiff
Like I'm afraid of business
This shit has got to give
I'm so tired of this
Let's get my pirate ship
Cuz I'm hella fucking sick
Like Coronavirus is
And no I'm not Egyptian
But my words are hyroglyphs
Yessir now check the plot
We treat it like a party when
We step into your spot
We get a little rowdy
And you said we better not
But baby look around you
Everybody's getting off
They say in heaven
Love comes first
Baby we'll make heaven
A place upon this earth
Othk
Got a message straight from god
Y'all fucking up
And needa stop
So listen up
Me and MC oni
Slowly gonna conquer
All the bay
Starting from the bottom
Starting in my city San Jose
So start the party up
And pass that bottle
Of that
Bombay
Baby I'm sayer
But you got a lot of shit to say
Got her on a buzz
Now she light years away
I needa learn to tame my temper better
Temporarily wish
That there was no November
I needa learn to moderate
My medicine
Every days the best day
To wear a stripped sweater
So muster up
And grab ya nuts
Mutha fucka
Party up
Cuz we've just begun
Oni don't care about the rest
Othk till my last fucking breath
Sacred gear boost
I'm obsessed with the breasts
Double sets are the best
Especially when they wet
Got a dirty mind which is fine
If you got a resolve like mine
I like em two at a time
Or maybe more like nine
Eyes baby blue Sky
Healthy waist thick thighs
She sweet like candy
I guess I'll add her to the pile
Baby bottle pop that ass back
Till the sun and the moon clash
Yousa Yousa bombad
Harem brand beauty
Guess she thought
I had a snake in my pants
Called me woody
What's goodie
Baby let's boogie
To the studi
Gave her a noogie on her clit
Asked what she liked
Then I did that shit
Slapped her on the ass
Told her to make like chips
And dip
And don't trip
Chillin until we don't
You know ya boy is fixed
To make a million off this hope
And I'm betting itll be quick because I'm getting sick of slow
I'm itching like a tick to get this bitch up off the road
Got an image in my head
Been manifesting since a kid
But I'm acting kinda stiff
Like I'm afraid of business
This shit has got to give
I'm so tired of this
Let's get my pirate ship
Cuz I'm hella fucking sick
Like Coronavirus is
And no I'm not Egyptian
But my words are hyroglyphs
Yessir now check the plot
We treat it like a party when
We step into your spot
We get a little rowdy
And you said we better not
But baby look around you
Everybody's getting off
They say in heaven
Love comes first
Baby we'll make heaven
A place upon this earth
Othk
Got a message straight from god
Y'all fucking up
And needa stop
So listen up
Me and MC oni
Slowly gonna conquer
All the bay
Starting from the bottom
Starting in my city San Jose
So start the party up
And pass that bottle
Of that
Bombay
Baby I'm sayer
But you got a lot of shit to say
Got her on a buzz
Now she light years away
I needa learn to tame my temper better
Temporarily wish
That there was no November
I needa learn to moderate
My medicine
Every days the best day
To wear a stripped sweater
So muster up
And grab ya nuts
Mutha fucka
Party up
Cuz we've just begun
Oni don't care about the rest
Othk till my last fucking breath
Sacred gear boost
I'm obsessed with the breasts
Double sets are the best
Especially when they wet
Got a dirty mind which is fine
If you got a resolve like mine
I like em two at a time
Or maybe more like nine
Eyes baby blue Sky
Healthy waist thick thighs
She sweet like candy
I guess I'll add her to the pile
Baby bottle pop that ass back
Till the sun and the moon clash
Yousa Yousa bombad
Harem brand beauty
Guess she thought
I had a snake in my pants
Called me woody
What's goodie
Baby let's boogie
To the studi
Gave her a noogie on her clit
Asked what she liked
Then I did that shit
Slapped her on the ass
Told her to make like chips
And dip
And don't trip
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Mcclelland
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