College in the USA
I'd like to give a shoutout to
Mothafuckin' NYC man
This is for you
When I hit the US I was ready
Ready to rumble, yet
On my path I saw a few
Where I had stumbled
NY gave me culture
It made me humble
It got me on a plane
See you later Miami
Who knew this would happen
New adventure again
Mom thanks for that, see
I was young and carefree
Man I stayed relaxing
People shocked for me
Just cause I wasn't homesick
All love at home
But when you got it all
That's how I felt
That's what it gave me
It's what's really went and made me
This creative genius baby
Don't just happen
Bet it makes you crazy lady
Well maybe that's what happens
College in the USA
Happy old jazz
Thinking back it was great
Smoke some weed, feel the best
Close my eyes, lay 'em to rest
What's next
Wanna do what I love
And be the best
See it could happen
Let me roll my leaf now
And get some rest then
Work it
Baby girl work it
Take the risk and trust me
This lifestyle is worth it
This lifestyle I'm living
It's a holiday, nofucksgiving
Everyone's opinion don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Towards something greater
Big apple, in my jazz
College in the USA
There's no match
Smoke this mess
Then we'll dip
And get some rest then
Yea can't you tell
I'm feeling my best babe
This is a mess, no, this is a mess
This is a mess, no, this is a mess
This is a mess
Yea our love is a mess
But fuck it
That's what we love to do
We don't stress
Will you run with me
Baby just say yes
Think the love that it could be
Yea, think of the mess
Another lesson to be
My life's the best
Yea I'll tell my son
As old me
I, too, wondered what's next
Whats this life to offer me
Dawg, I want it all
Plus the rest
Shoot my shot
Till my death
To find out what's left
Then say peace
And just rest
So please,
Why can't you let your boy just rest man
Work it
Baby girl work it
Take the risk and trust me
This lifestyle is worth it
This lifestyle I'm living
It's a holiday, nofucksgiving
Everyone's opinion don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Towards something greater
Big apple, in my jazz
College in the USA
There's no match
Smoke this mess
Then we'll dip
And get some rest then
Yea can't you tell
I'm feeling my best babe
No, don't talk to me
No, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Yea don't talk to me
I won't complain
No attention will be given
This the lifestyle
I chose to live
So I'm not complaining
This the atmosphere
Yea, this the vibe
That I'm breathing
My holiday, nofucksgiving
And no, your opinion
Don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Who knew this would happen
Maybe god maybe satan
And it's pretty funny to me
How you're imitating
Always tracking
Still you can't predict me
Catch me stacking
And while you're buying groceries
Catch me macking
At your girl always jacking
You guys ain't meant to be
Well maybe that's what happens
When you're running with me
So it happens
But who's fault is it
When temptation catches
Sinners lacking
Live and learn
Can't beat what can't be touched
So I'm not concerned.
This my manifest
To those who mourned
I could never learn
Profess my voice to speak up
And watch bridges burn
But I guess
Y'all not that strong
If one beat you all
Yea it's my time now
Gave y'all enough
Peace to all, now I'm gone
You learned your lesson
Hit me up for questions
Out this bitch like your professor
Mothafuckin' NYC man
This is for you
When I hit the US I was ready
Ready to rumble, yet
On my path I saw a few
Where I had stumbled
NY gave me culture
It made me humble
It got me on a plane
See you later Miami
Who knew this would happen
New adventure again
Mom thanks for that, see
I was young and carefree
Man I stayed relaxing
People shocked for me
Just cause I wasn't homesick
All love at home
But when you got it all
That's how I felt
That's what it gave me
It's what's really went and made me
This creative genius baby
Don't just happen
Bet it makes you crazy lady
Well maybe that's what happens
College in the USA
Happy old jazz
Thinking back it was great
Smoke some weed, feel the best
Close my eyes, lay 'em to rest
What's next
Wanna do what I love
And be the best
See it could happen
Let me roll my leaf now
And get some rest then
Work it
Baby girl work it
Take the risk and trust me
This lifestyle is worth it
This lifestyle I'm living
It's a holiday, nofucksgiving
Everyone's opinion don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Towards something greater
Big apple, in my jazz
College in the USA
There's no match
Smoke this mess
Then we'll dip
And get some rest then
Yea can't you tell
I'm feeling my best babe
This is a mess, no, this is a mess
This is a mess, no, this is a mess
This is a mess
Yea our love is a mess
But fuck it
That's what we love to do
We don't stress
Will you run with me
Baby just say yes
Think the love that it could be
Yea, think of the mess
Another lesson to be
My life's the best
Yea I'll tell my son
As old me
I, too, wondered what's next
Whats this life to offer me
Dawg, I want it all
Plus the rest
Shoot my shot
Till my death
To find out what's left
Then say peace
And just rest
So please,
Why can't you let your boy just rest man
Work it
Baby girl work it
Take the risk and trust me
This lifestyle is worth it
This lifestyle I'm living
It's a holiday, nofucksgiving
Everyone's opinion don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Towards something greater
Big apple, in my jazz
College in the USA
There's no match
Smoke this mess
Then we'll dip
And get some rest then
Yea can't you tell
I'm feeling my best babe
No, don't talk to me
No, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Yea don't talk to me
I won't complain
No attention will be given
This the lifestyle
I chose to live
So I'm not complaining
This the atmosphere
Yea, this the vibe
That I'm breathing
My holiday, nofucksgiving
And no, your opinion
Don't matter
Toast to that, see you later
Fly from Miami
Who knew this would happen
Maybe god maybe satan
And it's pretty funny to me
How you're imitating
Always tracking
Still you can't predict me
Catch me stacking
And while you're buying groceries
Catch me macking
At your girl always jacking
You guys ain't meant to be
Well maybe that's what happens
When you're running with me
So it happens
But who's fault is it
When temptation catches
Sinners lacking
Live and learn
Can't beat what can't be touched
So I'm not concerned.
This my manifest
To those who mourned
I could never learn
Profess my voice to speak up
And watch bridges burn
But I guess
Y'all not that strong
If one beat you all
Yea it's my time now
Gave y'all enough
Peace to all, now I'm gone
You learned your lesson
Hit me up for questions
Out this bitch like your professor
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Writer(s): Leonardo Viola
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