Now that's what I'm talking 'bout. DF to the A$AP Mob. . Lines - tell them read between it. Tripping while I'm slipping, busy fighting off these demons.
My lawnmower home, but my hoe's still missin', my. hoe's still missin', my hoe's still missin'. My. rake's in the shed, but my hoe's still missin', my.
Put up your lighter (x4). . hook. . Party, all night, fiesta, forever(x4). . (Big Gipp). This be a party, for the whole world. Travel cross seas like that girl.
The trip is on for a million miles, 93 to the sun. Take your place and you say goodbye,. Its automatic you're the one,. . Its automatic, its automatic.
Passin' time you've come so far but you're still behind. Lose your mind if you cut this line. It's just the way it's been. All your friends and all their sins.
How did I get so far gone?. Where do I belong?. And where in the world did I ever go wrong?. . If I took the time to replace. What my mind erased. I still feel as if I'm here but I'm gone.
There's a gold crack of light. Climbing up the wall. And the last bell for leaving. Is ringing in the hall. . And it feels like a stone. Has been lifted from the world.
Back when I was a freshman I learned a valuable lesson. A hoe gon be a hoe and it don't matter about U stressin'. The only thing U do is tap that throat and wear protection.