Letra

Drown in the ocean, drown in the emotional motion Niggas high five while we smokin', ask what we tokin' Niggas chuck our cheese for the token Niggas turn fiends for the oaks, and I got three eyes open Third eye see through the haze on occasion Cards to the chest, and I seen through they faces It's all black everything, all black everything Bobby Lee could've been a better friend (could've been a better friend, I guess) Like pardon me, could I get another hand? (Could I get another hand I need, uh) Like charity, could I lend another gram? (I think I got something for you, my nigga) Like Bobby Lee could've been a better friend I do, I do, I do I choose to mind my biz, my circle fits all of my relatives I live in my dreams, I got ideas of who I'm better than I say watch your toes, my fancy feet don't mind my elegance ('gance) My elegance, it's evident Say oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh All black everything Listen to Aminè, he said reel it in Big fish feels I couldn't reel it in No idea, like I told you then And I told you now, and I told you then, and I told you now Gotta let it in, gotta let it out Get your figures in, got it figured out What you're putting in, gotta put it out No chance that the plans ain't potent No splits, so I don't send opens No thoughts, like a nigga can't focus Y'all buggin', we used to share roaches Pull the car, where you are, boulevard, boulevard Point him out, where he at? Should've called, should've gone, should've saw, get involved We be on the road again, 'gain, 'gain Bobby Lee could've been a better friend (could've been a better friend, I guess) Like pardon me, could I get another hand? (Could I get another hand I need, uh) Like charity, could I lend another gram? (I think I got something for you, my nigga) Like Bobby Lee could've been a better friend I do, I do, I do I choose to mind my biz, my circle fits all of my relatives I live in my dreams, I got ideas of who I'm better than I say watch your toes, my fancy feet don't mind my elegance ('gance) My elegance, it's evident Say oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Writer(s): Evan George, Kristian Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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