Where you're from it's a long way Oh my love it's a long way The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon You stand up on your hill, behop all around you They wonder where you're from, oh yeah They wonder where I found you The golden light above you

I'm on that good kush and alcohol I got some down bitches I can call I don't know what I would do without y'all I'm gon' ball til the day I fall Yeah, long as my bitches love me (yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater I can give a fuck 'bout no

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)

Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh) Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh Damn, everybody do wanna be me

Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my

Shine down, don't take it away from me, no And I know you know how, yeah It's taken forever to get me off the ground Oh, shine down But I still believe in immortal love Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it So tired sleeping through the day

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

You always will be my summer love 'Cause you were mine for the summer Now we know it's nearly over Feels like snow in September But I always will remember You were my summer love Yeah, oh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh Can't believe you're packing your bags

She's a good girl She feels so good La la la la la la la la la la la (Oh yeah, woo) She's such a good girl She's got a family in Carolina So far away, but she says I remind her of home Feeling oh so far from home

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy