home From here to LA From here to LA Should i fallow you here But I don't know you like that Should I give you my keys And see if you will come back
make a decision that's going to leave your life down a collision course of failure. But you're a grown up now, you're 18. Just don't come running back
side, Without me by your side. And I will take a step back, and I'll let you ahead, And I will take a step away, and see if you come back, Because there
my book on Sunday afternoon So it's easy to think the end's coming soon But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague Early November we got back
them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed But I gotta save gotta come up Put my rocks
I woke up early to baby blue eyes from the afar whoah whoah and when the sun comes through and lights you like the angel you are whoah whoah I know I
our false lights to the shore. (Sung) I rose with the morning on a rain washed day, Early and I walked along the shore; Watching the broken splintered driftwood come
From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary I know Santa
on my cell that's my head-phone (bitch) Fuck chickenheads in the morning, give 'em the early bird special And this relationship ain't goin to the next level (nope!) Talk back