Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Boo I know you so scandalous
My footsteps in ashes
Why do I kill everything I touch?
Why do blood run so deep?
After so long why it mean so much?
Shadows of a song, man it could've been a rap
Could've wrapped up, should've said I'm never looking back
Took a backpack, packed everything I owned
Into it, hopped onto a train, threw it on the track
I guess that's what I do, at least what I do best
I beg my pardon, apart from you girl, you the one that I do bless
With this holy water, gold Rollie on them
Took a bubble bath with the preacher's daughter, that's holy water
Could you imagine magic in the air?
The passion when I'm passing Ls
Inhale smoke and laughing, last lap the lux
Deluxe truck and whackers, y'all pass the dutch
And I puff the drag
n***** be dragging a**, it don't make s***
And they wonder why it don't make sense
Said it's been awhile, they wonder where you been
I've been locked up in that basement
I was 16 with a mix tape
Now I'm 19 with a mix tape
Tryina be 21 with a million dollars
Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla
Would you dance with me in the rain?
Would you share your empathy? Kill my pain?
Paint this picture for me
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Come on baby, that's how ya
You the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Call me crazy, uh mama
Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Gold streets, good cannabis
But boo I know you so scandalous
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
But boo I know you so scandalous
Scared to leave but still scared to stay
Stand content disappearing away
Whether you with the fade out
Filled with regret
Or put a gun to your head
And take it out with a bang
Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain
Suicide letter, signed Kirko Bangz
Drank in my cup but I'm cutting my wrists
Because all these rap n***** all sound so same
I'mma say this just one last time
This one last thing
People are sheep to the radio
Heard it on tape too much to make a dumb a** saint
Sing along with me
Sing along this your jam
Ladies this your favorite song
In the mirror, put this on
Hit your zan, get in your zone
I can tell her I see she know
But she know she don't need no more
She been drinking way too much
Must admit you way too cold
Caught you looking across that room
You wrong you think that I don't know
Your girlfriend probably played that roll
Looking oh, you seen this type before
That's neither here nor there
But I will say this 'cause I do know that
You're the only one I need that's fact
And the fact of the matter is I got your back
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Come on baby, that's how ya
You the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Call me crazy, uh mama
Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Boo I know you so scandalous
My footsteps in ashes
Why do I kill everything I touch?
Why do blood run so deep?
After so long why it mean so much?
Shadows of a song, man it could've been a rap
Could've wrapped up, should've said I'm never looking back
Took a backpack, packed everything I owned
Into it, hopped onto a train, threw it on the track
I guess that's what I do, at least what I do best
I beg my pardon, apart from you girl, you the one that I do bless
With this holy water, gold Rollie on them
Took a bubble bath with the preacher's daughter, that's holy water
Could you imagine magic in the air?
The passion when I'm passing Ls
Inhale smoke and laughing, last lap the lux
Deluxe truck and whackers, y'all pass the dutch
And I puff the drag
n***** be dragging a**, it don't make s***
And they wonder why it don't make sense
Said it's been awhile, they wonder where you been
I've been locked up in that basement
I was 16 with a mix tape
Now I'm 19 with a mix tape
Tryina be 21 with a million dollars
Like praise the Lord, hallelujah, holla
Would you dance with me in the rain?
Would you share your empathy? Kill my pain?
Paint this picture for me
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Come on baby, that's how ya
You the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Call me crazy, uh mama
Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Gold streets, good cannabis
But boo I know you so scandalous
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Hollywood, Los Angeles
Streets of gold, good cannabis
But boo I know you so scandalous
Scared to leave but still scared to stay
Stand content disappearing away
Whether you with the fade out
Filled with regret
Or put a gun to your head
And take it out with a bang
Suicide letter, signed Kurt Cobain
Suicide letter, signed Kirko Bangz
Drank in my cup but I'm cutting my wrists
Because all these rap n***** all sound so same
I'mma say this just one last time
This one last thing
People are sheep to the radio
Heard it on tape too much to make a dumb a** saint
Sing along with me
Sing along this your jam
Ladies this your favorite song
In the mirror, put this on
Hit your zan, get in your zone
I can tell her I see she know
But she know she don't need no more
She been drinking way too much
Must admit you way too cold
Caught you looking across that room
You wrong you think that I don't know
Your girlfriend probably played that roll
Looking oh, you seen this type before
That's neither here nor there
But I will say this 'cause I do know that
You're the only one I need that's fact
And the fact of the matter is I got your back
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Come on baby, that's how ya
You the reason, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
I'll be by you mañana
When you need me I'm gone call you
Call me crazy, uh mama
Baby wanna, wonder why my feet don't touch the ground
Wonder why my feet don't touch the ground