Chorus: (2 Times) My life, consist of wavin out the window Long trips and pools of the indo Every city every flight every day every night All from one mic
Rugz: I heard I had a fan in the south, matter fact she was my first Lived in marieta, good girl went to church Said she knew my whole verse cursed a little too much Poppin pills I don't know, but hey whatever works As long as my smooth voice, keeps it easy for her long night A little Merlot, white paper, alright Re-tweets everything I do off site So an email shouldn't hurt But as I got big, came more love No love from me, but mainly just from her Finally did a show, close to her city and I didn't even hit her, Cole told her I was busy Bout to get off stage, did her favorite song super bad Got an email, like Rugzy I'm super sad You tried to play me like you didn't wanna see me But forever I'm ya fan, and I'm still gonna cop ya CD
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Curren$y: Just as the wheels touch down I power up my phone Let my girl know I'm in town and Imma need that bomb Zig Zag that napalm joints, look like casted arms slightly bent cuz it been in my pocket Still hittin like a champ when you light it This the dialog of pilots flippin through bitches like catalogs Service merchandise, try it don't wife it runnin wit my jet lifers In the bay acapoco gold nugget 49ers Fires from candle sticks park my car But not that far, not tryna do all that walking Lose ya panties and ya bra ain't tryna do all that talking Girl, got a flight to new orleans in a few hours is boarding, what we had was awesome and I'm thankful for it It was one hell of night, to one hell of a morning Jet life in between these verses like the chorus
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M.O. Lyrists: Consist of broken hearts and big dreams 3 really good friends and some bomb weed a couple dime bitches, some 2 and 3's But they make up for it in they personality Ski beatz mixed wit some hot lines dumb rumors speadin through the grape vine More books, a little less TV more women, a little less groupies I do my own thing, still chasin after paper Em dot, still screaming fuck a hater Can't stop, ambition wit no anchor Hip hop, is filled wit so many wanksters So i gotta keep it G And focus on feedin my mind and family Is that why ya'll mad at me? If so sucka swallow my Anatomy