So when I think about it all I can't wait to get back home To fall right back into your arms And talk about the million miles That we've driven so far
) Can y'all really feel me (feel us) East coast, feel me (feel us) West coast, feel me (say wha) Dirty South (here we go) Can y'all really feel me (baby
But You Cant Reach The Sky If You Dont Start From The Ground Can You Blame My Confidence? In 4 Years I Rocked About 36 States And 5 Continents Thats All
Yes me brother, Sky the yes sir. And the easy, we all easy, now we all smoke weed as one Now listen I tell ya, the truth. Y'all God bless been me, trust
show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good
more funky styles than my laser jet got font not one to get over sounding like the norm friendly to the radio, all that s--- is corn all we coming with
'm coming soon like LeBron's ring I'm Big L, Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter, Sean Combs and Connery all in one Whoever told you sky's the limit is looking
They''ll drag you down, they run the show Ain't no tellin' what they'll do. Tell Ol' Bill when he comes home Anything is worth a try Tell him that I'
seats Watching Lil Wil TNT Want to show me All the cameras flashing Every time we step out No mo commercial lighting New York we bring them jets out You ain't got to tell
on the rocks Till you make your body pops to the speaker Burn it all down Need to buy another round Tell to loud up the sound of the speaker Show your
a dumb guy then come try this But I rock the microphone with my flyness So get off my jock.. get of my cock.. When I sky rock... it in sky rock.. shit
bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all
to here I've got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I dont want to know (fuck y'all) I've got money in the bank And I'd really like to thank All
here All night in this bar (Dear Lord) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar (No shit!) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar! By
sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock
