Basin
Living
Yea dog, I feel like a new man
Yea Whoa
Whoa
I've been basin' for motivation can't even take the way
You walk away so easily
You walk away like you don't need me
You walk away
Just don't come back and I'll run up bands, yea
Shorty say she wanna touch hands, yea yea
While we walk to the sunset, yea yea
Shout out to my nigga One Band Man
I've been ignoring my conscience and getting lit
I still feel like God's gift, it's Christmas
Moved to Georgia, couldn't afford to keep sitting still
Went to Florida, just to pour it up in the hills
Brand new torches, they finna send the score up
Whipping Porsches
My wishlist got the Forbes list
Shorty gorgeous
When you're real you don't gotta force it
Whoever go against Chop 100
Put a fork in him
Dig in my pocket, pull out blues
Feel like Corbin, Yea
New key fob, I won't run but these horses will
Breaking down cookie we less fortunate
I pull out her coochie I feel born again
Find a reason to love
Find a reason to live
I've been needing a hug, a relieving feeling
Smoke detectors, go off when we in the building
No sleep records, we reckless
No Amphetamine, yea
Go sit your ass down if you ain't caught a felony
That slab cold, and them noodle bowls bold without cheese
It's a whole world out there, you can go where you please
I know you love your bros but don't give your soul to a street
Unless you own and you keep property, tell 'em chop
I talk to G O D on my knees, he never lies
Every time a bird wanna leave I let her fly
Never in a hurry to keep a feather mine
Smoking grade A everyday is a test of time
You know what they say, who is they
Nevermind
Got it, lean with it rock with it
Bean in a pop I've been dreaming about you
Got it, lean with it rock with it
Wings in the sky, I get sleep in the cockpit
Stop, when it's green hit the throttle
Police wanna charge us, So we dodge 'em
I don't got no kids but, I'mma father
Niggas got these kids but, don't come around 'em
How your girl got sickle cell and you don't know her doctor
Sorrow they've been swimming in but you the one that drown 'em
If you don't think you ready for a kid, use a condom
If you gone do the shit your daddy did, then be proud son
It ain't fair, competition square I'm well rounded
Sit and stare, I be feeling rare one of a kind, yea
I've been basin' for motivation can't even take the way
You walk away so easily
You walk away like you don't need me
Walk away
Yea dog, I feel like a new man
Yea Whoa
Whoa
I've been basin' for motivation can't even take the way
You walk away so easily
You walk away like you don't need me
You walk away
Just don't come back and I'll run up bands, yea
Shorty say she wanna touch hands, yea yea
While we walk to the sunset, yea yea
Shout out to my nigga One Band Man
I've been ignoring my conscience and getting lit
I still feel like God's gift, it's Christmas
Moved to Georgia, couldn't afford to keep sitting still
Went to Florida, just to pour it up in the hills
Brand new torches, they finna send the score up
Whipping Porsches
My wishlist got the Forbes list
Shorty gorgeous
When you're real you don't gotta force it
Whoever go against Chop 100
Put a fork in him
Dig in my pocket, pull out blues
Feel like Corbin, Yea
New key fob, I won't run but these horses will
Breaking down cookie we less fortunate
I pull out her coochie I feel born again
Find a reason to love
Find a reason to live
I've been needing a hug, a relieving feeling
Smoke detectors, go off when we in the building
No sleep records, we reckless
No Amphetamine, yea
Go sit your ass down if you ain't caught a felony
That slab cold, and them noodle bowls bold without cheese
It's a whole world out there, you can go where you please
I know you love your bros but don't give your soul to a street
Unless you own and you keep property, tell 'em chop
I talk to G O D on my knees, he never lies
Every time a bird wanna leave I let her fly
Never in a hurry to keep a feather mine
Smoking grade A everyday is a test of time
You know what they say, who is they
Nevermind
Got it, lean with it rock with it
Bean in a pop I've been dreaming about you
Got it, lean with it rock with it
Wings in the sky, I get sleep in the cockpit
Stop, when it's green hit the throttle
Police wanna charge us, So we dodge 'em
I don't got no kids but, I'mma father
Niggas got these kids but, don't come around 'em
How your girl got sickle cell and you don't know her doctor
Sorrow they've been swimming in but you the one that drown 'em
If you don't think you ready for a kid, use a condom
If you gone do the shit your daddy did, then be proud son
It ain't fair, competition square I'm well rounded
Sit and stare, I be feeling rare one of a kind, yea
I've been basin' for motivation can't even take the way
You walk away so easily
You walk away like you don't need me
Walk away
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Writer(s): Robert Parker
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