作曲 : Felt Stepped inside this depth of a dive with nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding Check around the room to get a fresh look Most these names already in the guest book So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo The missing half of a stack of ripped photos If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up Watch the word work, the gods are growing up I never had trouble with the lovable Walk down that hill and **** all the buffalo And by the time I get done with the small town Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down Sitting in the middle of dialogue I know I'm not the brightest star Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance Before one sentence even starts breathin - I'm leavin' Don't need another reason to carry guilt But she got a fair grill and she very built Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild Should I try to aspire you to write my style Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab just to jelly up her belly button No thank you, my name is Sean Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song [Chorus] {"{"}X2} Cause this type of **** happens every day We all go to heaven, even enemies may You better stay in your place where the memories play I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day [Verse 2: Murs] IOn the B L O C, laying low key Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of **** Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit Kinda get bored so we bail to the store Then we back, posted up for a few hours more Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares Neither life or a ******, I'm not even lookin' No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie And I know this fool gonna say something sideways The homeboy just start him out last Friday Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday Think that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA? But my crew don't play, no time for discussion Kept talkin' **** so my homeboy rushed him Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin' As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door Sucker ass c****, what he tryin' to make a scene for Know that he heard me cos the window was open So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin' [Chorus] {"{"}X4}
作曲 : Felt Stepped inside this depth of a dive with nothing but my breath and this rep that I'm riding Check around the room to get a fresh look Most these names already in the guest book So I'm gonna sit on my stool and sip solo The missing half of a stack of ripped photos If she don't know so, the odds of blowing up Watch the word work, the gods are growing up I never had trouble with the lovable Walk down that hill and **** all the buffalo And by the time I get done with the small town Ashes of bridges and all the walls fall down Sitting in the middle of dialogue I know I'm not the brightest star Otherwise I'd probably be one foot out the front entrance Before one sentence even starts breathin - I'm leavin' Don't need another reason to carry guilt But she got a fair grill and she very built Plus I like her smile and her eyes are wild Should I try to aspire you to write my style Hold up - you can't take every 20 something back to the lab just to jelly up her belly button No thank you, my name is Sean Here's a dollar for the jukebox - go play my song [Chorus] {"{"}X2} Cause this type of **** happens every day We all go to heaven, even enemies may You better stay in your place where the memories play I'm just trying to live life cool - Morris Day [Verse 2: Murs] IOn the B L O C, laying low key Hair gettin' braided whilst I'm talking to the homie Old Gee, standing in the corner not talking The little homie's sister wanna borrow my walkman It's front yard politics, we talk a lot of **** Who we wanna fight, broads that we're trying to hit Kinda get bored so we bail to the store Then we back, posted up for a few hours more Now the homeboy cousin bring his ass down stairs Tryin' to spark some convo, but don't nobody cares Neither life or a ******, I'm not even lookin' No respect on the block cos he a mark n a hoodie And I know this fool gonna say something sideways The homeboy just start him out last Friday Twenty years old, getting punked every Friday Think that he hard cos he dips on the ?YA? But my crew don't play, no time for discussion Kept talkin' **** so my homeboy rushed him Stomped him out in the grass 'til he had a concussion Take ya ass in the house fool. don't say nuttin' As he walked up the stairs heard him cry through the screen door Sucker ass c****, what he tryin' to make a scene for Know that he heard me cos the window was open So I talked even louder and we kept on jokin' [Chorus] {"{"}X4}
