I'm suspended now, Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town December rolls around, Lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in
. Most of me is elsewhere wondering shall we hear a song or shall we live one soaked to the hone. I'm suspended now, hanging in the gray of a weather
replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot
me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive
Gettin head in the bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
thoughts attacking me. I saw the some come, in New Orleans, Through the window n the front, We just smoked and watched it come; Being lazy with the gray
the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all Hulkin
you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and
mask on Last long and anything that's past is passed on [Talking: Fashawn] Niggas call it the gray area cause it's gray and shit over there right. "Amsterdam
head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all
