Yeah Yeah Yeah
Sometimes it's hard
To put it all together
I pray for better days
I pray one day I can forget her
Amoral state of mind
Gettin' tempted by the pleasure
Her body soakin wet
She screamin' "f*ck me" when I spread her
Getting home
Sun is rising seven in the morning
I feel like god is lookin' at me
Giving me a warning
Thirty stacks, milkin' up this game
It's gettin' boring
I'm slidin' like Pharrel
The way this bitches keep on callin'
So hot, someone call the fire department
Curve ball
Directions pointed to the glove compartment
100 miles an hour
In this game I'm that jamaican
Cruisin' over pages
Feelin' this high pace sensations
In vino veritas
Homies crying over fake shit
Feelin' sorry for themselves instead of f*cking fix it
Diggin' for the roots and cut the evil with a clean hit
Dogmas keep on preachin'
Listen, go ahead and sing it
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
Sometimes it's hard
To put it all together
I pray for better days
I pray one day I can forget her
Amoral state of mind
Gettin' tempted by the pleasure
Her body soakin wet
She screamin' "f*ck me" when I spread her
Getting home
Sun is rising seven in the morning
I feel like god is lookin' at me
Giving me a warning
Thirty stacks, milkin' up this game
It's gettin' boring
I'm slidin' like Pharrel
The way this bitches keep on callin'
So hot, someone call the fire department
Curve ball
Directions pointed to the glove compartment
100 miles an hour
In this game I'm that jamaican
Cruisin' over pages
Feelin' this high pace sensations
In vino veritas
Homies crying over fake shit
Feelin' sorry for themselves instead of f*cking fix it
Diggin' for the roots and cut the evil with a clean hit
Dogmas keep on preachin'
Listen, go ahead and sing it
Sometimes it's hard
To put it all together
I pray for better days
I pray one day I can forget her
Amoral state of mind
Gettin' tempted by the pleasure
Her body soakin wet
She screamin' "f*ck me" when I spread her
Getting home
Sun is rising seven in the morning
I feel like god is lookin' at me
Giving me a warning
Thirty stacks, milkin' up this game
It's gettin' boring
I'm slidin' like Pharrel
The way this bitches keep on callin'
So hot, someone call the fire department
Curve ball
Directions pointed to the glove compartment
100 miles an hour
In this game I'm that jamaican
Cruisin' over pages
Feelin' this high pace sensations
In vino veritas
Homies crying over fake shit
Feelin' sorry for themselves instead of f*cking fix it
Diggin' for the roots and cut the evil with a clean hit
Dogmas keep on preachin'
Listen, go ahead and sing it
Writer: Tiago Pisco
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