hahaa - J.Robb, Blue November

Aye, aye

I’m high, fighting this gravitational pull

Unique, removed from this invitational wool

Under the sun but I’m never losing my cool

On my son I’m never losing to you

I don’t lease beats I got the best in the game

The range of talent was made and it’s staged for the pain

It’s strangest thing was the rage that I managed to slay

Since the day in that month that I managed to claim

Leave weed on my fleece when I’m gone don’t cremate

My bones in the earth like stems in the pack

Rob me?

You dead, a king like Rodney

«Kill 'em Andy!»

10−4 copy, Xerox

Lob me a back and I’ma flip it through the system like a proxy

And who gon' stop me?

Fuck a op, cop a spot, hoard money, that’s me

Fast cars, fast broads, had to leave 'em empty nigga

We stay high, don’t come down

With my niggas all today, aye aye

Getting paid aye aye, yuh

We stay high, don’t come down

With my niggas all today, aye aye

Getting paid aye aye, yuh

Aye, quit trying to play us dummy

Go and find purpose

I had double C purses follow two or three hearses

Relations, cut up

Calls, run up

Dawg, get done up

Barry Bonds stunner hitter

Whole bottle fuck my liver

Paws on her chinchilla

Super head straight offender

We was in the restroom

Little baggy action had my willy in her costume

Picture perfect posture had to keep her as an heirloom

We stay high, don’t come down

With my niggas all today, aye aye

Getting paid aye aye, yuh

We stay high, don’t come down

With my niggas all today, aye aye

Getting paid aye aye, yuh