It's like a breath of fresh air, man
One, two, three, four
Hey, yo
Too weird for the cool, too cool for the weird
And I love it here
Now we dancing
I said a lime to a lemon, divine and sublime
When defining some women that I can call mine
Never minding the wenches, divine intervention
Sin City to the chuuuch where the crime wasn't pimpin'
The dreams in the cellar, but the wine's in the kitchen
The green looking stellar, throw some pine in the Swisha
I'm thinking outside corners, the mind of a pitcher
Outside of the box, I declined on the ribbon
Tonight's nice time's fine, minus the bitching
I'ma grind till I'm rich, baby, just watch
Like the time wasn't ticking, you must not pay no mind to the glitches
In the rhymes that I'm spitting, flood watch and whatnot
Shit, my sign is a fish
Up top, when you climbing this dick, get to winding your hips
Tell you whatever you want to hear, fine, you the shit
But to be honest, I had a better time with your sis
Gone
You know how this goes
Dope beat, mean 16, no second verse
Damn, I love doing shit my way
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It's like a breath of fresh air, man
One, two, three, four
Hey, yo
Too weird for the cool, too cool for the weird
And I love it here
Now we dancing
I said a lime to a lemon, divine and sublime
When defining some women that I can call mine
Never minding the wenches, divine intervention
Sin City to the chuuuch where the crime wasn't pimpin'
The dreams in the cellar, but the wine's in the kitchen
The green looking stellar, throw some pine in the Swisha
I'm thinking outside corners, the mind of a pitcher
Outside of the box, I declined on the ribbon
Tonight's nice time's fine, minus the bitching
I'ma grind till I'm rich, baby, just watch
Like the time wasn't ticking, you must not pay no mind to the glitches
In the rhymes that I'm spitting, flood watch and whatnot
Shit, my sign is a fish
Up top, when you climbing this dick, get to winding your hips
Tell you whatever you want to hear, fine, you the shit
But to be honest, I had a better time with your sis
Gone
You know how this goes
Dope beat, mean 16, no second verse
Damn, I love doing shit my way
One, two, three, four
Hey, yo
Too weird for the cool, too cool for the weird
And I love it here
Now we dancing
I said a lime to a lemon, divine and sublime
When defining some women that I can call mine
Never minding the wenches, divine intervention
Sin City to the chuuuch where the crime wasn't pimpin'
The dreams in the cellar, but the wine's in the kitchen
The green looking stellar, throw some pine in the Swisha
I'm thinking outside corners, the mind of a pitcher
Outside of the box, I declined on the ribbon
Tonight's nice time's fine, minus the bitching
I'ma grind till I'm rich, baby, just watch
Like the time wasn't ticking, you must not pay no mind to the glitches
In the rhymes that I'm spitting, flood watch and whatnot
Shit, my sign is a fish
Up top, when you climbing this dick, get to winding your hips
Tell you whatever you want to hear, fine, you the shit
But to be honest, I had a better time with your sis
Gone
You know how this goes
Dope beat, mean 16, no second verse
Damn, I love doing shit my way
Writer: Earl Powell
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