Hemingway
Yeah
Double A T R
Ztv
On the highway flying
It's always this early
The crew that I rock with they solid
All my niggas they sturdy
Ain't gotta be perfect
Just make it worth it
Cause this ain't what you searching for
But we made it work before
Yo nigga just a big black bitch Emeka Okafor
Girl what you open for
Yeah we can go some more
Wet like the ocean floor, ain't got to coax me more
Roll up that kush we can blow some more
He call I'm the one she ignore him for
And she got that fire
Fuck it I said it
Yo bitch entertaining like Cedric
She gone eat that dick up as soon as she get it
Just grab on my meatballs and slurp up spaghetti
You don't get it
Must be Tha way that I said it
Yo bitch dig me in pussy I'm buried
You niggas get dug less than Frederick
Wearing chains like a slave nigga
I'm Getting paid niggas
Clean as two shits fuck a maid nigga
Or stylist
Just me and my nigga some half naked bitches on deserted islands
While Gucci frames cover our eyelids
I'm getting her high like the pilot she high as a
And now we just gazing as we float on the milkyway
My life is amazing as if it were written by Hemingway
Thoughts disappearing wait
I'm acting reckless
We just met but I bought you this necklace
To show my affection
I hope that it works
For what it's worth
For what it's worth I love you more than all of the stars
Drops of Jupiter on my guitar
I just want lie here naked with you in my arms
No need for garments they hide we are
No hiding our scars that not we are
Love every part you
I see the art in you
Pull yo hair put an arch in you
Just to thank you for falling through
No I don't offer loot
Drink champagne play the Carter 2
Look, Yeah yeah
Drink champagne play the Carter 2
I'm So Far Gone who you talking to
Attire dark it's true
Light a fire or spark in you
Picnic in the park for two
Girl this all for you, this is all for you
What the fuck can he offer you
Jump then I'm offing you
Enjoy the view, roll a few, then I pull off with you
Like a god'll do
Sorry if that boy had bothered you.
Never been in a tesla, the screens in a tesla
Get that tail wet like a otter do
He gone make me lay hands like the father do
Fuck he was asking you
The fuck he was asking you
No John wall he bet not make a pass at you
Fuck boy could get blasted too
Pull up with fresh kicks and a nasty tude
Like somebody asked to
Just not in a laughing mood
But I can't stay mad at you
And that's all I'm gone say
(Yeah) let it marinate
(Yeah) most of these niggas be fake
(Right, look) they don't dare hate
Yeah, yeah yeah
And now we just gazing as we float on the milkyway
My life is amazing as if it were written by Hemingway
I'm on the ceiling wait
Don't push me
I'm double cupped and I'm leaning
Whole team hype as fuck for no reason
You know we lighting up as we leaving
Got them lighters up like we grieving
A couple gars of that good shit
They don't like us cause we in to hood shit
But we nothing like the KKK
Got a problem in the hood let the AK spray
Ain't got a problem in hood that's where I stay
The BLVD all got damn day
The BLVD
Double A T R
What you want do now
When yo crew not around
Bitch it's still going down
On the highway flying, it's always this early
On the highway flying, it's always this early
Double A T R
Ztv
On the highway flying
It's always this early
The crew that I rock with they solid
All my niggas they sturdy
Ain't gotta be perfect
Just make it worth it
Cause this ain't what you searching for
But we made it work before
Yo nigga just a big black bitch Emeka Okafor
Girl what you open for
Yeah we can go some more
Wet like the ocean floor, ain't got to coax me more
Roll up that kush we can blow some more
He call I'm the one she ignore him for
And she got that fire
Fuck it I said it
Yo bitch entertaining like Cedric
She gone eat that dick up as soon as she get it
Just grab on my meatballs and slurp up spaghetti
You don't get it
Must be Tha way that I said it
Yo bitch dig me in pussy I'm buried
You niggas get dug less than Frederick
Wearing chains like a slave nigga
I'm Getting paid niggas
Clean as two shits fuck a maid nigga
Or stylist
Just me and my nigga some half naked bitches on deserted islands
While Gucci frames cover our eyelids
I'm getting her high like the pilot she high as a
And now we just gazing as we float on the milkyway
My life is amazing as if it were written by Hemingway
Thoughts disappearing wait
I'm acting reckless
We just met but I bought you this necklace
To show my affection
I hope that it works
For what it's worth
For what it's worth I love you more than all of the stars
Drops of Jupiter on my guitar
I just want lie here naked with you in my arms
No need for garments they hide we are
No hiding our scars that not we are
Love every part you
I see the art in you
Pull yo hair put an arch in you
Just to thank you for falling through
No I don't offer loot
Drink champagne play the Carter 2
Look, Yeah yeah
Drink champagne play the Carter 2
I'm So Far Gone who you talking to
Attire dark it's true
Light a fire or spark in you
Picnic in the park for two
Girl this all for you, this is all for you
What the fuck can he offer you
Jump then I'm offing you
Enjoy the view, roll a few, then I pull off with you
Like a god'll do
Sorry if that boy had bothered you.
Never been in a tesla, the screens in a tesla
Get that tail wet like a otter do
He gone make me lay hands like the father do
Fuck he was asking you
The fuck he was asking you
No John wall he bet not make a pass at you
Fuck boy could get blasted too
Pull up with fresh kicks and a nasty tude
Like somebody asked to
Just not in a laughing mood
But I can't stay mad at you
And that's all I'm gone say
(Yeah) let it marinate
(Yeah) most of these niggas be fake
(Right, look) they don't dare hate
Yeah, yeah yeah
And now we just gazing as we float on the milkyway
My life is amazing as if it were written by Hemingway
I'm on the ceiling wait
Don't push me
I'm double cupped and I'm leaning
Whole team hype as fuck for no reason
You know we lighting up as we leaving
Got them lighters up like we grieving
A couple gars of that good shit
They don't like us cause we in to hood shit
But we nothing like the KKK
Got a problem in the hood let the AK spray
Ain't got a problem in hood that's where I stay
The BLVD all got damn day
The BLVD
Double A T R
What you want do now
When yo crew not around
Bitch it's still going down
On the highway flying, it's always this early
On the highway flying, it's always this early
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Writer(s): Gregory Jackson
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