that can stop us now, oh, no We?re gonna make it through somehow ?Cause you and me, we never go easy You and me, we never go easy This night is far from over
that can stop us now, oh no We?re gonna make it through somehow ?Cause you and me, we never go easy You and me, we never go easy This night is far from over
life is nothing nice we have the cap peeling We are the true jumping and you moving over The ghettos I live cross the line, far from moving over And eye
where far all i go) bong sbot tah rol yop high tnigh ( i swear that from night to day) no jet rol chanai, bong no knee tvev de owne sabai (close or far
bridge card, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to fuck it up now Text from my mom said "me and your grandma proud" I'm way too deep
it right, Lil Bow's pay day And by the way, homie you ain't nothing without JD And all the fans with me They say that I was better And you far from a
call me the fruit loop from jupiter, I'm trying to maneuver the hoover up in your poop shoot, Dont move or ya might get it stuck so fucking far up in
ankles to the safe and thanked her But I didn't take nothing (Thanks!) Every bullet came from the same gun Just from different angles, cause I was pickin' strange places to aim from
the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna maneuver the Hoover up in your poop shoot, don't move, or ya Might get it stuck so fuckin' far up in your uvula
I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep We like the, land and laid, the brand old way Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist I play the X-Box
(good) Like them west coast kids Who be throwin' up signs I hate a buster Unless his name is busta rhymes So check the way my mind moves Over times and
she sits at home Just sorting out pieces Of left over memories From thirty odd years Starting over again Where do you begin You've never been out on your own Starting over
From Alabama: Far fucking out! Far fucking out! Linda: Hee hee hee hee! Rodney: Ah! I can dig it! Guy From Alabama: DONG! DONG! I mean dong, that's
the fence lookin at me I had phat red laces in my addidas Big chain around my neck like mardi grass So I stepped up to them [?] far from here One nigga
seventy thousand dollars Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points We over here hustlin' we over