[ Featuring Paul Couture ]
The life of a star is surrounded by the qualities of a galaxy
I am that galaxy
But sometimes I feel like we're living in the wrong world, or better yet, the wrong
America
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong America
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong America
Dreams faded, eyes blazing
Pass the coke, I'm impatient
2C hit my mind racing
Fell in love twice on every baecation
That's 40 different wives on any occasion
Jeff Bezos, I'm lost in my spaceship
Pull a Russ Simmons, might end up in Bali
Acid trip crazy, I end up in Aussie, gnarly
Travel is the key, I'm solving
RIP to Laura my Colombian Goddess
Fly to Venezuela, I'm in Caracas
Had to sell my soul for a deal and a profit
South America, on my Cartel, vibe shit
Broke America, my God, just stop it
Took a little flight to Rome, I hate to leave you alone
I hit your jack when I'm back, in ya zone, I'm out
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong America
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong love America
This the new national anthem
I pledge allegiance
Cargo
Nightcapping with Erica
Woke on Avenue of the Americas
Watch for the BOA's after ya Bank of America
Captured 'em acting in character
Wrong scene foreseen
Entered the booth with the derringer
John Wilkes I'm heritor
Cargo the mariner
Victor done slicked her and carried her
Shorty from Latin America
Big dapper don
Just checked out the Avalon
We might just fly out to Babylon
Wooo
No carry ons
It took me some Marathons to run it up
Now I have a lawn
Wooo
Don't dabble on 'em
Got the wrong one no joke
Boatloads of the dope
In a Kia swerving
Key west with a key a coke
Distributing coasts Cargo
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong America
When your dreams fade away in the night, you're in the wrong America
Roll a blunt, pack a bag, hit a line, we're in the wrong America
Fake tits, fake lips, BBLs
The American dream, ain't really what it seem
Gold Cuban jewel links, still pullin' to the club with Uber Hoopties
Instagram model or baller groupies
Show up in designer, but still got roomies
Werong America, it's time to switch teams
Might pull up to a ring, just call me KD
Overseas chick, ah, that's right
Richard Mille on, my wrist, my time
Exotic bitch, from London, my type
Swiss chick, name is Jana, my wife
Every time you see me, it's different
Spanish Chica, Aussie chick
Case of Cris, bonafide riches
Wrong America, which one did you pick
Catch you on the next fight shortly
Yeah, here's my Good riddance and I'm OUT
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