Different Time Zones Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Sitting in this library, man 

Reading these fucking books 

Britannica Encyclopedias, L. Ron Hubbard, Tony Robertson 

These muthafuckas, you know what I'm saying? 

I reside by the library 

Yves Saint Laurent frames 

Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up 

Long ashes hanging off the blunt, then I pluck 

Fell back power napping 

Stones they cover my bones 

Bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones 

Unbutton my shirt, unloosen my tie 

Got the fireplace up real high 

Cuban maid sliding me cookies, tall glass of lemonade 

Chandeliers hanging over my head 

Sitting like a cloud of haze 

They about to bury Wesley for taxes 

Then shot across the two 

Then I grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion 

The screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant 

Went to commercial, the phone rang 

"Yo, what up Sheek?" 

"Ain't nothing, Tone, just on my dean" 

"Out here in Queens, I bag me a queen" 

"Fed her all this shit she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring" 

Yeah, different time zones, that's all 

I mean, I'm over here across seas 

You over there in the States 

You over there, but either way we gotta get this money, fam 

On the tenth floor, looking over Paris 

My neighbors all embarrassed 

Cuz I'm ass naked, watching the clock 

He hating, but his wife steady watching my cock 

Different time zones, steering wheel on the right 

Driving down the wrong street thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight? 

White women laying in my bed 

I can make a documentary on what race can give the best head 

Rae hit me on the text 

Told me that he like that new shit, last night, that he heard on Flex 

Alright cool, hit me up when you get down to Brazil 

If the weather's right, fuck it, I come down to chill 

I got a briefcase of Euros and Indian money 

Every time I'm in customs, they look at me funny 

I'm out in South Beach, 1st street, Ocean Ave. 

AMG6 with the oak dash 

Live the VIP life, I ain't spend a clam 

I got weight on the spot, that's "instagrams" 

Pretty boos in Jimmy Choo's with titties loose 

In the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool 

I'm doing my thing, how I'm repping, they salute king 

And they don't even know I'm Wu-Tang 

Name heavy, phone call to my ace Diego 

For anything, what up, man? Connect me 

I snatch bank like four, five, six 

Deuce high, watch a dude ride, I'm on my shit 

Up in Mansion, salute, world famous Inspectah 

Click large, homey, put some more tables together 

Wild for the night, I ain't even think about my flight 

I got some bitches and they tripping off that powder white 

Aiyo yo yo, kiss each other, yo 

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