Knowing they'll never be another one like her, not like her Kicking myself for ever letting her slip out of my world I just miss that girl Yeah, miss that girl I found a silver bracelet in my backseat That you left, it seems like yesterday It's like I

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

Yeah, I'm gonna do it again! Sick of my life. I'm tired of everything in my life. Paralyzed. Nothing's getting through to me. Hypnotized from all my surroundings. I want to be something I could never be. I want to say things that I could never say.

Don't act like you know me, like you know me, na na yeah Ooh, na na yeah I am not your homie, not your, hoo, na na yeah You don't know me, fuck yeah See your iPhone camera flashin' Please step back, it's my style you're crampin' "You here for long?" Oh

Won't do you no good It won't do you no good Can't fight the temptation When you get the vibration And I said kiss your baby goodbye Come on, love, it's alright! Heaven knows they wanna break you apart, yeah Kiss your baby goodbye

I only call you when it's half past five I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When

Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig) New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit (Fuck a protest)

Turn up your night I will find you Make them dance Just like you 'Cause you make me move Yeah you always make go I'll run away with your foot steps I'll build a city that dreams for two And if you lose yourself

Man the whole damn fam gon' touch the sky with me Touch the sky with me, touch the sky with me Tell me how that shit taste Only squad in it cause they solvin' me In the mob goin' up cause they go hard for me Yeah the only way is up, y'all gon' ball with

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,