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Wordplay T. Jay
Wordplay T. Jay
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Torner
Torner
Performer
Selitsky Zhenya
Selitsky Zhenya
Performer
Terry L Johnson Jr
Terry L Johnson Jr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Selitsky Zhenya
Selitsky Zhenya
Songwriter
Terry L Johnson Jr
Terry L Johnson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Torner
Torner
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Lyrics

Sailing out to Marseille Ride the coast all day I just float my way Resting on my faith Sailing out to Marseille I can coast all day My way My way Feeling sunshine Glad I ducked all that gun fire Rest in peace to my young side Man of the house since ninety-five Multiply to see mine Crafting gold with each line Top of the beat just fine Gone get out me time Looking for peace meanwhile I forgot to meditate this morning, so I wrote a verse instead Instead of getting worse I led Every bit of hurt I shed Niggas want to work like Craig When you really know don't beg Every day I grow my bread Get Judases off my head Then I relax, pick up the tax, the volume is set to the max When I get horny we right to the sax Stroking like front, back, back And when I get done That's that See I'm one Shit that's facts Let me know and we gone Let me know and we gone Trying to get in my zone So I'm turning off my phone And we just sailing out to Marseille Ride the coast all day I just float my way Resting on my faith Sailing out to Marseille I can coast all day My way My way Mind steady Thanking God for my therapist Awareness might scare them But on my back is a Seraphim Look at all this shit that I bear to win Got a few skills tucked like a veteran When the shit looks rough better vet a friend So I get a lot of sleep in the bed I'm in It's all for the betterment, beach front with a lemonade And M&M's, I'm a renegade Keep plans hushed like the NSA Boy how you get this way Everything to get me fed Put a little work instead Rather get it owned than beg Charge this shit like a visa, deluxe Chase my bank better keep up, he's up Rattle like plates on teacups, speakers Setup my way like geezers Jesus Watching my slice like Caesars Niggas want to cut my head Let go of the opps Stop dread Let me know and we gone Let me know and we gone Cause I'm trying to get in my zone So I'm turning off my phone And we just sailing out to Marseille Ride the coast all day I just float my way Resting on my faith Sailing out to Marseille I can coast all day My way My way
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