shy. I know it sounds make believe but it's not, let me get by you. Can you imagine living in a place where the wings in the cars go up, up, up. And
incantations only words to help sweep me away I want some magic to sweep me away I want some magic to sweep me away I want to count to five turn around
Kane If I was drugs then I used to be a key Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see
Hold on, looking at my watch think its time to head out, gotta throw some clothes on.. Im your entertainment what you tryna do tonight? Its all up to
[Verse 1:] Hold up, lookin at my watch, think it's time to head out, gotta throw some clothes on, I'm your entertainment, whatcha tryna do tonight, it
cataract It don't matter that, your glass house I shatter that Bad luck I walk under now show me where the ladder at Pull up the urinal organs up in
call me by one thing (Tyga Tyga) At my shows as we roll and scream people see him and say (Tyga Tyga) I'm so nice gotta repeat me twice now everybody
And I'm tat, tat, tatted up Run up on me And get rat, tat, tatted up That's a promise, not a threat I'll back it up Pockets gettin' like the old Star
cord No one really enforces that lifes gonna be hard Which is kinda left up to the teachers And the teachers leave it up to the preachers the preachers ain't fillin' up
racks Nigga hating me ain't even tryna hold back Got a crawl outta my garage Got a condo down in the stars I'm geaked up off them bars Got a car I don
me out of here Get me out of here Get me out of here America hates because the media loves me I'm so charged up they can't even unplug me S-stop Pratt
like a prostitute they tell me rest up i say i leave the rest for you cause right now im chasin check's like a lawyer do so dont bother me and i wont
out he's a weed And I hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on And I hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par, bars guitars So far so good, gettin' greater at last Where it counts, later
can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren (Hey, Kim, what up?) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up
it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me That?ll get me in trouble Can I be closer, stay right near me Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh