Address Lyrics - Pilot Talk - Curren$y

It's all good, it's already 

Yeah, already understood, ain't nothing 

Still the same old, that's all 

Ain't nothin change, fool, yeah 

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Uhh, nigga for what 

Get down with these suckers when I'm high as fuck 

And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck 

From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift 

Spent yen on a vet, looking for ya bitch fool 

Take one guess she caught up in the rapture 

Waking and baking Anita's greatest hits blasting 

Pedal mashing, paper twisting 

Scrape an engine, Rad Racer 

No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta 

Nigga in the building, nah I'm on the roof chilling 

The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with 

Bottles in the cooler 

If ya don't know how to do it homie I'll school ya 

Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers 

Making hot wheels outta hoopties holding it down like balloon strings 

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It's all good ain't gotta be said, it's already understood 

Ain't nothin, ain't nothin' change but the address 

Fool, ain't nothin' change but the address 

We still the same mode niggas switching the script 

But we still playing the same role, and so 

Ain't nothin' changed but the address fool, ain't nothin change 

Staring out the villa at the ocean miles long 

Trying to figure out raps to put up in a song 

Nights long but the day's short, Nike shorts 

Argyle socks, Jordan three's, lounge gear 

Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here 

Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives 

Call 'em back tell my mama I make it 

Not complacent with the life style 

Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile 

When the ones you came up with not around 

Roll a joint after picking through the pound, whole perception done changed 

Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change 

Tight things I be thinking on 

When I'm drifting in and out of herb clouds 

Hanging on every second of the moment 

So you can feel all the memories I come home with 

And for those that miss me 

I'll be back don't trip in the 'Maro with the shift kit 

Ocean side, doors open wide trying not to be sea sick 

Plotting in the tropics thinking how I'm gone run this 

Back in the states when I leave 

Yeah, SkiBeatz