You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in

And I tell my friend to tell them that I'm not at home While I'm at the studio building new song But they're not the same age as I am So school girl'. Hello? Hello I hear school girl callin', Callin' me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian ain't

How does it feel, how does it feel? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone To be on your own, with no direction home Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call say 'beware doll, you're bound

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

A lovely day Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be When the day that lies ahead of me Seems impossible to face When someone else instead of me Always seems to know the way

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Come all without, come all within, You'll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats, Some are building monuments, Others, jotting down notes, Ev'rybody's in despair, Ev'ry

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way And