Gotta be above it And I know that I gotta be above it now And I gotta bide my time as a face in the crowd And I cannot let them all just bring me down I'll just close my eyes and make so that all the things don't affect me now And I know that I can't let

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

I'm yo man (I'm yo man) I came with everything you needed You and me are undefeated until the end of time One mind, one heart, one love All you gotta do is take This was made to last forever So let's say it together For the rest of time (You are all I

Gotta be above it And I know that I gotta be above it now And I gotta bide my time as a face in the crowd And I cannot let them all just bring me down I'll just close my eyes and make so that all the things don't affect me now And I know that I can't let

Nappy boy (hey) pretty boy It's gotta be the crunkest It's gotta be the loudest It's gotta be the best, the best love song she's ever heard in her life I gotta tell her how I feel I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life And if

French inhale, I like the way you french inhale Do it again You don’t gotta sell it, 'cause its already sold And you don’t gotta roll one 'cause its already rolled Check out my technique, just weed let it fold Shit I’ve been smokin’ since I was 14 years

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out