finally wake up now? Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background? Can we finally wake up now? Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background? Can we finally wake up now
we finally wake up now? Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background? Can we finally wake up now? Or do we keep sleepwalking through the background? Can we finally wake up now
when you sacrifice The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan For blowing up the stage with
the lounge It only takes one tree to make a thousand matches Only takes one match to burn a thousand trees, thousand trees Wake up, smell the rain, shake up
you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me) [Wiz Khalifa] Yeah nigga, this shit just don't sound cool. This what we go to sleep to, wake up to....
else to go I've been getting drunk and playing with matches Listening to the radio in the bath I've been crossing main roads with my eyes closed With
nowhere else to go I've been getting drunk and playing with matches Listening to the radio in the bath I've been crossing main roads with my eyes closed With
sacrifice The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan For blowing up the stage with
like you I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come They already know they gotta pay for they meals Say I'm, comin' at you with lines
match Yo, now who you be God, I be the soul controller I burst gas like the fizz outta your Coca Cola Live shit like the energy of solar With thug niggaz
got an outlandish land piece And a matching land, Desert Calasandi You know the one with the whips, that's me The one with the chips and the chips, that's me The one with
bitch I'm that nigga to hate playas A playa hater starvin' like Somalia You got some yo-yo 'Cause I'm right back chokin' again Chokin' mo' now before
You hardly saw shit but now I'm all up in your face With mixtape money when a wallet is a waste With a rubber band dutch and dozen grams smokin Till i dope my head now
me pull up in the red jeep See me hop out with the red sneaks See me pull up in the blue coup Rims match the kicks blue boots See me pull up in some green
as accidents But you've got the headstone all ready All carved up and pretty Your sick satisfaction Those his and hers matching The daisies all push up
your nuts and now you thinking you bad Don't let me run up on yo' ass and you end up in the past When I buck 'em, touch 'em, fuck 'em, now you clutching