Lyrics

Billie Jean, walking around the city With a pair of red bottoms and piercing on her tittie She was barely 22, he was almost 18 It was windy in The Shire so they moved to New Orleans Hip-Hop in the bedroom, Rock in the kitchen It was R&B dinners for the soul they were missing You can probably hear em lovin on the floor by the oven Purple rain for the soundtrack skips when she's coming Words for the moment, smoking herbs til we stonin' She don't know the basic functions of an iPhone Colors from the 80's with music from the 90's And a couple free spirits wearing nylon The culture of the last the future of the past The present day shakespeare quotes you should grasp That's why I make em all clap That's why I make em all clap like Culture, this one's for the culture This one's for the culture Culture, this one's for the culture This one's for the culture Broken hearts, first dates and the people we admire With some drugs a few drinks and the people we desire Listen close, speak true, keep your soul, keep your soul Keep your love in the pocket of a woman that you know What a day for the dreamer, what a month for the models Here's a picture from the city, ain't she pretty poppin bottles It's my number take it down, hit me up when you're in town Got some moments we could drink and regrets I need to drown 21 livin' almost famous, fuck I'm young til it's almost painless Picasa with a snapback, I'm billie jean's baby and michael wouldn't have that The kids of the genius the devil wants allegiance We started with a goal and ended up with achievements Mary on my necklace, praying to jehovah A child who would die before they ever said "I told ya" Culture, this one's for the culture This one's for the culture Culture, this one's for the culture This one's for the culture Uh, yeah, uh huh, ok, it's the deans San francisco in the bathroom Then it's vegas in the classroom Professors getting worried because my visions getting blurry I was trippin in the last room Trying to focus on my weekend Crazy bitches trying to draw me to the deep end Swimmin in my memories, I see a vision of the person I was meant to be Drug, keep it real steady Balance out the lows Keep the dose real heavy I don't need to be the highest But if I could do you I ain't saying you should try it But in case you do, you do These drugs, keep it real steady Balance out the lows Keep the dose real heavy I don't need to be the highest But if I could do you I ain't saying you should try it But in case you do, you do these drugs Keep it real steady, keep it real steady Yeah Cancun in the living room Paris in the kitchen It was Boston on the roof Until they told us what to do But we don't care enough to listen That's the motto of the new kids How dare a nigger try an tell me how to use it That's the season for the wrong things But two wrongs don't make it right if you just do it San Francisco in the bathroom Then it's Vegas in the classroom Professors getting worried because my visions getting blurry I was trippin' in the last room Trying to focus on my weekend Crazy bitches trying to draw me to the deep end Swimmin' in my memories, I see a vision of the person I was meant to be Drug, keep it real steady Balance out the lows Keep the dose real heavy I don't need to be the highest But if I could do you I ain't saying you should try it But in case you do, you do These drugs, keep it real steady Balance out the lows Keep the dose real heavy I don't need to be the highest But if I could do you I ain't saying you should try it But in case you do, you do these drugs
Writer(s): Alex C. Mendoza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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