Westside Highway - Cam Meekins

Yeah, comin' from the Eastside

Now she on the Westside

Drivin' down the Westside Highway

Got the checks right

'Bout to call my next flight

You just want the sex, right?

I’ma make that shit fly

If anybody steps, I

Don’t know what’s wrong with my head

All this drama just make me dead

I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed

Give a fuck 'bout what they said

Never talkin' to a fed

It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread

I don’t care how much money you make

I still need my baby girl to be right at my place

We been poppin' fine wines, she been callin' in late

We been sleepin' in the morning, we 'gon wake up and bake

You know the vibes, gettin' high while she sit on my face

That’s too explicit, I’m just kidding man but really, I ain’t

I’m gettin' money off this rap shit, but you cannot relate

I might just go and sit in traffic for that ass, it’s so great

I’m feelin' like we takin' off

Those problems, shake 'em off

I ain’t got shit to say to other bitches man, I’m playin' golf

And when the Summer turn to Fall, we still 'gon be kickin'

I can really freestyle these feelings, this ain’t no written

This that top-down, sun is shinin', seventy degrees

Had to cop that diamond necklace for my girl, she sayin' «geez»

We pourin' up that fifth, and I ain’t talkin' 'bout a plea

But I really gotta know girl, are you coming home with me?

Yeah, comin' from the Eastside

Now she on the Westside

Drivin' down the Westside Highway

Got the checks right

'Bout to call my next flight

You just want the sex, right?

I’ma make that shit fly

If anybody steps, I

Don’t know what’s wrong with my head

All this drama just make me dead

I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed

Give a fuck 'bout what they said

Never talkin' to a fed

It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread

Gettin' cake up

Everyday I wake up

Smoke a joint and get my weight up while she workin' on her makeup

Like I used to be a player

Movin' like the mayor

Cojanglez got the beat

Kinda soundin' like John Mayer

And the studio’s my lair

She meet me when I’m there

She treat me like a snare

Bangin' me like she don’t care

Claim to me it isn’t fair how I keep it this smooth

I roll a hundred joints a day while I be keepin' this moo

We hangin' out this summertime, I’m tellin' stories to you

Man, I just hope I get a chance to do way more things with you

Yeah, comin' from the Eastside

Now she on the Westside

Drivin' down the Westside Highway

Got the checks right

'Bout to call my next flight

You just want the sex, right?

I’ma make that shit fly

If anybody steps, I

Don’t know what’s wrong with my head

All this drama just make me dead

I don’t really wanna fight, I rather lay with you in bed

Give a fuck 'bout what they said

Never talkin' to a fed

It’s just us against the world, so we 'gon go and get this bread