all these all these people who wanna feel alone don't wanna be grow old and not get it just say that you need so say you need so say that you need me
Give it up for rock and roll Give it up for rock Give it up for how it made you feel Give it up for vinyl days Kicking back from school Turn it up to
?d trade it all [P.Diddy] Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all,
in chromers For the buyers chromosomes I got summers I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stopping Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin And that's how we rocking
.Diddy talking) yeah there it is, diddy, desert storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it
LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes [J. Cole] Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
the cherry gon pop, the cherry gon pop the cherry gon pop and when I hit the spot the cherry gon pop) She say she ain't with it, she say she got a nigga
! I Mean Skrudge May Duck Bucks And If A Nigga Say I Ain't Nice Then He Probably Get Butt Fucked I See You In The Hood All I'll Say Is "Tough Luck" Don
don't really know but I know he got bucks, Everything he own got it sittin' on dubs, If he stay in the club gettin' high pourin' bub, Ya boy live a rock
her high [Ya boy] I do my thing from the Range to the planes I can't say that since I got money I've been the same Sushi dinners, Miami summers New York
hot Even when the summer's over, shot till the mall is empty I could have bought a Bentley but what for I got a family to provide for And I stay sweets enough they say
Five Points Keep on blazing a trail Keep on rocking the joints Summer Here we go Summer Never ending summer That's our time We do it all the time Summer Never ending summer
DJ just rappin' and things once I get a message from you, I get all edgy my minds racing but you know I'm not ready, uh, I say for you, baby all our dreams
know That you don't need me anymore I want you to know You don't need anyone Or anything at all Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say
or a bitch? you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich man, I stack chips and I unload clips after 3 Summers
how it felt summer day pretty blue skies I gazed mesmerized at her in with green eyes I'm so into you baby we don't even got touch That the type shit I say
a O boy dontcha line the track O boy dontcha line the track a lack a O boy dontcha line the track If I could, I surely would Stand on the rock that
