I'm right down my side of town I'm high as hell You fly as hell You hold me down Fucked a bunch of girls 'Cause I done been around the world Yeah they talk that cuffing shit But now I'm in a different space

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

When I'll hold you again With my arms spread out With everything I know And the way things could go 'bout the weight of the world So live up my friend Step back again For somethings will be given For some you'll have to bend

Fresh off the runway, fresh off the runway We so fresh off the runway, we so fresh off the runway Fresh off the runway, fresh off hold up I see you walk We so Fresh off the runway, we so fresh off the runway I hear you boy Love it, then come and get it I

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

Yeah, you got me holdin' back, holdin' back You and I make so much love Why you got me all fucked up? So you better stay up, player Yeah, you better keep up, player 'Cause tonight is a game-changer 'Cause it ain't enough But it ain't enough You and I

Pray for me, pray for me Talk to the man upstairs, hoping he answers my prayers Hollywood feel like the jungle, lions and tigers and bears I've been California dreaming Turnt the fuck up for no reason Treat a Wednesday like a weekend She look like an

Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight